I Feel Weak

Aunty fell this morning. She went outside early in the morning in the dark to do stuff she neva have to do and then she fell.  

I found her in the backyard on the ground after me and Kona came back from our walk.  She had hurt her right shoulder and couldn't even get up.  I went into the bedroom to get Wendell. I couldn't lift Aunty up by myself.

I made her breakfast . . . the usual cereal and milk, a banana and half a sandwich.  She ate them with her left hand. She couldn't even lift her right. 

Wendell took off from work, and they are now on their way to the doctor's office.  He had to first go to City Mill to pick up a step stool so that Aunty would have an easier time getting into his truck.  You see, normally she needs to hoist herself up by grabbing onto the handles with both of her hands. It was a struggle, even with the stool, but he got her in.

I'm so lucky that Wendell takes everything in stride.  He just does what he gotta do.  Me . . . I feel weak.