Called in to see Mum today and was horrified to find her head was plastered with dried blood and a large purple bruise forming on one temple.
She'd tripped shuffling around last night and hit her head against the sharp bit of the door latch.
Me: why didn't you call me? Mum: well, it was dark.
I cleaned up the bits she'd missed on her nose and forehead, and on the door itself, but she refused to let me wash her hair in case it started bleeding again. We then had an argument about why she really needed so many obstacles - wobbly-legged table holding nothing but junk mail, TWO pedal bins in the 5-ft by 5-ft kitchen - and I discreetly removed same so now she has a clear run, but I honestly think she just trips over her own slippered feet. The deep pile of the carpet doesn't help.
She has an alarm pull in each room but she is very wary of being swept off to hospital (unspoken 'and not let out again') though she might use it in extremis.
Anyone have any experience with head wounds? As far as I could tell it didn't seem to need stitches, but I'll know more tomorrow assuming I'm allowed to wash it then.

Me: why didn't you call me? Mum: well, it was dark.
I cleaned up the bits she'd missed on her nose and forehead, and on the door itself, but she refused to let me wash her hair in case it started bleeding again. We then had an argument about why she really needed so many obstacles - wobbly-legged table holding nothing but junk mail, TWO pedal bins in the 5-ft by 5-ft kitchen - and I discreetly removed same so now she has a clear run, but I honestly think she just trips over her own slippered feet. The deep pile of the carpet doesn't help.
She has an alarm pull in each room but she is very wary of being swept off to hospital (unspoken 'and not let out again') though she might use it in extremis.
Anyone have any experience with head wounds? As far as I could tell it didn't seem to need stitches, but I'll know more tomorrow assuming I'm allowed to wash it then.