Normally on weekends I visit Mum on a Saturday, stay for a meal with her then make sure she’s OK before heading home myself. One of her friends usually drops in on Mondays but she’s having a surgical procedure this Monday so if I’d maintained my usual schedule, who knows when she’d have been found.
It seems she’d been on the floor for at least 15 hours, tired, in great pain, alone, cold and utterly unable to summon help.
The ambulance staff & hospital both say that Mum’s next-door neighbour & myself did everything right in comforting her, keeping her warm, gently massaging the sore parts without trying to move her.