Hey guys? I found this board via Google tonight. And I was wondering if you all can help me out since I am truly at the end of it all!
Okay. Let's start with how the fall happened. This might be hard since this is a limited characters site, so bear with me.
It all began when my mother and I were doing some shopping at the local discount store within our neighborhood. Being that we both don't own a car, we car rely on cab service to get us to place to place. Against my wishes, as usual, my mother continued to buy a s--tload of products for me to carry since she suffers from lupus and experiences joint and muscle pains as of late. As of right now, my mother can't walk properly due to lupus putting her in this condition. She relies on me and uses me as support whenever we are walking within the streets. So. Things are going good. She wanted to buy even more products than what we already purchased, but I persuaded her not to. She listened. If only...
Right next door to this discount store is a McDonald's, nail salon, pharmacy, and a bank. My mother originally wanted to go to the bank, but detoured and went to the discount store instead.
For some reason, I knew this day wasn't going to end out well since she demanded that we go to McDonald's instead. Unfortunately, it was plagued with wall to wall high school knuckle-heads, with no seats available. So I suggested to my mother that she goes to the bank, and I'll order her food, while she is seated taking care of her business. Little did she know, I suggested this for her benefit since it was so crowded in this restaurant and there was no way possible I could assist her in walking and carry these HEAVY bags I was carrying.
She see's a seat all the way on the other side of the restaurant and walks ahead of me.
Remember I said she uses me for assistance in walking, right?
I catch up with her and again beg her to go to the bank while I get the food. She again, refuses.
She zooms ahead of me, pulls out a seat, and falls between the seat and the table.
Now let me give you stats before I continue. My mother and myself are large bodied people in different ways. My mother is 5'11 and about 250 pds, while I am 5'6 and 180 pounds respectively. My mother is focused on her diet, and she's losing weight, but for right now she's a difficult person to help up when she falls.
I immediately drop my bags and try to assist my mother the first time and was unsuccessful. Then a nice young lady comes and tries to help me get mother up for a second time, and we were unsuccessful. A cheerleader comes over, and again, we are unsuccessful.
People continue to come to me asking me if my mother needs an ambulance and I say no.
Long story short. My mother hates calling 911 all the times she has fell with me. There were three times my mother fell in the home when I was there, and she stayed on the floor for a week in each of those events because she's stubborn. Another time she fell right in front of the doctor's office and refused to have paramedics called for whatever reason. If it weren't for this security guard that helped us, my mother would've probably stayed there all night.
So back to the story. I whispered to my mother that we HAVE to call 911, if she can't get up. I mean. We been there, done that, right?
She again refused and gave me the most evilest look ever.
While she was on the floor, she gave me her purse that was wrapped around her neck. I put it on the table, and she warns me to hold it for fear of theft. I obliged.
Several people again, keep asking me if they need us to call 911 and I just ignore them or decline.
My mother is on the floor for over 20 mins just waiting.
It wasn't until the woman that was with us asked for more muscle power, and three high school boys came up as volunteers, that THEY finally got my mother from up off the floor.
So when all is done and my mother is seated, I whispered to my mother that she must now allow me to call 911 if ever this situation should happen again.
And that's when it all went to hell. My mother turned beastly on me at the blink of an eye.
"Where were you?! You left me on the floor, for strangers to help get me! You were nowhere! Nowhere! You didn't even help!"
I was lost. I helped her three different times and each time was unsuccessful. I asked her to call 911 and she said no. She told me to hold her purse and I did just that. Why are you badgering me? I was right there by your side!
She pulls one of the high school-ers and asks him if I tried to help her off the floor and he said no. I said, "Sir. I did try three different times and it didnt pull through. If your mother was on the floor and she needed assistance u couldn't give her, wouldnt u call 911? Or would u continue using the same failed methods repeatedly?"
My mother continues to chew me out over how I didn't do enough to help her and how I left her there on the floor. I am in shock!