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My mom tripped over a curb today and apparently fucked up her arm pretty bad. I found out by accident because I called my dad to ask a question and he said he couldn't talk because he was taking my mom to the hospital (for the reason above). So I wait. Finally they get home at 6 and I find out it's not just a sprain like my brother thought; she actually had several fractures in her arm, from the shoulder to the elbow. And I'm talking about vertical, down the middle fractures in the bone in her arm. She couldn't move her shoulder or elbow, only her wrist, and she just kept holding her arm and keeping it in a faux arm rest consisting of a large silky scarf tied in a knott behind her neck cradling the arm. How horrible. I was in and out, visiting with her outside and going inside to make phone calls and find out info. I felt so bad for her, sitting there just watching her hold on to her arm because it hurts no matter what. Broken bones. Jesus. So finally they left around 7 i think to the LA County Hospital. My dad called at 8:40 to say they got there 20 mins ago, filled out forms, and that they dont know how long the wait is or how many doctors there are. There were, however, 35 other people there. Luckily they go in order of importance so I'm sure a fractured arm is up there.. below maybe gunshot wounds and labor. I called around 9:30ish, and there was no answer. I called 20 mins ago, no answer either. Im hoping its because she was admitted and they're just going through the casting process and stuff. Who knows. Tired, want to sleep. Weird sleeping in an empty house.