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Grandma fell today. Again. This is not an isolated incident. On the other hand, it's not as though she makes this a habitual thing. Just once every few years. Thing is, this time, she had her walker, but she still went down.

The usual sequence is crash, crack, cut, and convalesce. We don't know yet if anything broke. It would be surprising if it didn't, really. She's 80, and she's got osteoporosis. She's got a hardware store in her legs already from three other falls. This time, the cut happened without the benefit of a surgeon present. Her head was bleeding when she was found. Again, I have no idea the extent of the injury. It could be a minor cut, or it could be a concussion, or it could be trauma. I have no idea.

The paramedics were called, but she isn't in either of the local hospitals with which she and Grandpa have collectively managed to acquaint us. No. She was airlifted to USC Medical Center. This scares me, because it tells me that whoever made that decision thought it was serious enough to require a major hospital. Of course, I could be overreacting. I do that. It could be a precaution due to the combination of her age, her dementia, her general frailty, and the head injury. *Takes a deep breath*

I'm frequently ok with not knowing things. When it comes to my grandmother's health, though, I must admit I require information. Thus, I await a call from Dad. He and Uncle are at USC with her.

This just occurred to me. My requiring information is probably because it was my job to take care of her when she fell the first few times. This would explain why I am annoyed that I can't just drive to LA right this minute. On the other hand, yay for not having the responsibility landing squarely on me. (Though I daresay I can handle it better at 29 than I could at 10.)