Meh.
Mom fell last night getting up going to the bathroom. She bumped her chin on something. Small cut. Will, of course, have a nasty bruise to go with it (really old people bruise if you breathe on them). Doesn't look like it really needs a stitch.
We're debating if I should make her go in and get it checked. It's hard with a person that has dementia, as they don't have the same discernment and perceptions to quantify the injury's degree, and it's hard to communicate. But since I don't think anything is broken from what I can tell, and it doesn't throb or hurt unless you touch a really small area, I'm guessing it's just a contusion and maybe at most a bruised chin bone.
If we go in, we risk exposing her to flu and crap on a busy weekend, make her sit a long time, and get nuked by an x-ray only to find out there's nothing they can do other than charge $$$$ and suggest a cold compress.
So IDK. I hate this stuff because I'm so bad at it. And she doesn't want to go. I guess I can tell FOR ME but I can feel me. And for her, I'm never sure. I fear missing something, OTOH, I fear putting her through a lot of anxiety which is hard on her emotionally/mentally too just because I worry. So I can never tell if I worry too little, too much, or just right.
Anyway, that was at 3:30 this morning. Tired.
:/
Good morning to you all too.

/rant