My mom has taken up a new extreme hobby. Falling down. I jest, but it has really become a serious issue with her. She is starting to fall down on a regular basis and it’s starting to really worry me. Actually it’s beyond starting to worry me…it worries me greatly. With all the health issues she has been through, over the past several years, her body just can’t handle that kind of physical abuse. Not to mention she’s no spring chicken.

This weekend, on mother’s day, I went with my parents to Menards to get flowers for her and my Grandma Betty. While mom and dad were out on the sidewalk, looking that the racks of plants, mom just walked right off the curb and took a drive straight down onto the blacktop. She claimed to be alright, but kept grabbing at your ribs on one side. Dad took her to the doctor for xrays the following day. She has three cracked ribs. Not to mention a bunch of bumps and bruises from all the other recent falls.

I wish I had the time and money to become an inventor. I’d work on some kind of gyroscope vest or airbag belt and make her wear it. Dad and I talked to her about using a cane, but she wasn’t very responsive to that. Plus I don’t really know that it would help. Now that I think about it it might just become something dangerous for her to fall on. She really just needs to slow down and pay closer attention to the ground she is walking on.