I can't remember what I did over the weekend. I know I spent quite a bit of time creating various X-mas wishlists, and checking over the gifts I've purchased for other people. I've bought some charity Christmas cards from my employer, but I need another box or so. Still seems a bit early, really, though the weather is hurrying things along. After confirming my father's flight details, I rang Gran during lunch on Monday to remind her he'd be arriving in Banbury the next day, after the 2hr coach journey from Heathrow, around noon or so. She seemed a bit stunned and slow on the phone, and I asked her what was wrong. "I've pulled my jaw out," she said, and indicated she didn't want to see a doctor and that some aspirin should do the trick. There wasn't much point arguing with her. Around nine that night, her friend Rita rang to say she'd been by Gran's & realized the jaw was more than pulled; she packed her up to the GP who confirmed it was dislocated, and sent them on the the local ER. After a three hour wait, Gran was seen & it was determined they couldn't do anything there & she'd have to have an ambulance down to the (main Oxfordshire) hospital here in Oxford. At this point I was relatively flipping out, not knowing how I could let Dad know not to travel to Banbury in the a.m., knowing that I couldn't avoid going to work in the morning as I was the only one available for the once-a-year Gyno Seminar, and a dozen doctors were counting on the computers & audio-visual equipment to work flawlessly. I rang the hospital in Banbury and found out they'd put her in a bed, waiting for transport to Oxford, and that it might be several hours. Poor Gran. She must have been in awful pain. I got a message to Dad to come to Oxford instead, and P kindly offered to take my key and house sit until he arrived. By early morning, I'd found out Gran hadd been shipped to Oxford around midnight, had been given another bed, and would be down the corridor from where my seminar was. By the time I had a chance to check on her, during my lunch break, she had already seen the doctor, was feeling much better, and had been transported back to Banbury!! By the time I was finally able to speak to her last night, she sounded 200% better; in fact she'd had a good night & enjoyed her tea & cornflakes at the hospital, and probably had charmed the staff there. It was a bright morning and the transport home made lots of stops in villages along the way for other patients, so it was almost a day out for her! How'd she dislocate it? Apparently, she yawned. It's not the first time it's happened, but before it'd gone back in on its own. Dad and I had a very nice meal at Ask on George Street, then a short walkabout before calling it an early night. He headed up to Banbury today and I'll visit after work tomorrow, to help Gran celebrate her 95th.
9:19:00 PM