More Drama

This morning started off with a bang because I heard them arguing in the room. I had made Ma her coffee and told Dad to take it in the room. He decided to call her out into the kitchen because he "wanted her to come out." I knew that was going to be trouble. So I told him, "No," take the coffee in the room. I asked my SIL to call Ma on her cell phone to try to calm her down. She was complaining that "her pelvis is broken and she can't walk. She's dying and she can't breathe."
She talked to my SIL and decided that the coffee tasted "funny," so Dad gave her some cocoa. Let me back up a bit. A few nights ago, Dad had kneed her in the pelvis during the night. He didn't mean to. He just has these weird dreams and thinks he's fighting someone in the dream. That was what caused her to decide that they "can't live together."

I asked her if she wanted to eat breakfast because she hardly ate anything the day before. She didn't eat the oatmeal I made; she had leftover pancake for lunch and she didn't eat the dinner I made last night. She didn't want anything but she did want to go to the doctor. But she didn't want her usual doctor, she wanted a woman doctor. Fine. I called Kaiser and made an appointment. She is still insisting that she can't walk so my DH is coming home to help me get her in the car.

So it turns out that her pelvic area is bruised. She got a prescription for vicoden. Hope it doesn't make her too grumpy!