The one I help out with her aphasia.
I got a phone call at 07:25 this morning from her daughter to tell me not to go round today as mum would be in hospital.
She's eightyodd and had been putting the wheelie bins back in place after the binmen had been and fell over, hurt her hip and could not walk. The bins are twice the size she is.
The good news is that (they do not think) she has broken her hip, but that it is badly bruised, so she is home for bed rest. For now she is on paracetamol and Voltarol gel to ease the pain. Her family are well dispersed so I have told Jools that I will go in from time to time to make her soup and a sandwich and just keep an eye on her.
If things are no better after the weekend she has to go back for more x-rays just to make sure. And to top things off; during the tests they discovered a previously unknown heart murmur - so more hospital visits for tests.
Love her to bits, but I could give her a slap for being so independent and stubborn. We will have words.