Bruised Shins, a Possibly Broken Foot, Wheelchair Shenanigans and other Mother's Day "adventures" - It was Great!

I'm just venting and also enjoying life in general. Now that I'm past the general bustle of pre-traumatic and post-traumatic stress, I am calm so I can write about this.
 
Basically:
1. Two days before Mother's Day (Friday), we got a call from a school nurse. Our son seemed to have broken his foot in gym class.

2. My mother called and said she could not walk. The possibility of a broken hip was mentioned.

Since my husband was at work with people who'd certainly notice an absence, I rushed my son to the hospital. Diagnosis? Uncertain (his foot has to to be les swollen to get an accurate reading) but he is on crutches. My mother has an electric wheelchair and a temporary diagnosis of severe arthritis, although walking is still impossible for her.

Mother's Day? It was spent watching two people, a teen and an older woman (not me, my mother) take turns using an electric wheelchair. I quickly learned to maintain a 4 foot radius of my mother in that wheelchair, after having my shins crunched at least 10 times ("sorry, dear," she say, before lurching off in some other random direction). She always got to her destination, although she might accidentally segue off into other rooms first.

My son was agile but drove way too quick on that wheelchair. He loved it.

We ate dinner while watching Awakenings (my mother cried all through that one but wouldn't let us change the channel). Then we watched Mr. Holland's Opus, which is actually rather inpsirational and a fun movie.

Then I planted a Mandevilla Vine for my mother, called it a night and limped home. Well, we drove but I limped to and from the car. I loved nearly every minute of that evening, which one does when one's mother is old enough to remember the days before cars with turn signals....traffic lights that only had red and green (no yellow)....no income tax.....or Social security...etc. Imagine! In less than a hundred years, so many changes.