Just after I posted on here yesterday, my dad called and was near hysterical because my mom had fallen down a couple of stairs and they had to call the ambulance. Mike and I immediately got up, got ready and put the dogs in their rooms and headed over to pick up my dad. When we got to the hospital, they had already taken Mom into X-ray. The X-rays showed nothing, but she was in an enormous amount of pain. She requested pain meds, but they had to wait for the doctor's order for it and he said not to give it to her until she stood up and walked (what a silly man!). She couldn't do it, so they ordered and MRI, which showed a TINY fracture in #1L vertebrae in her back, so they kept her overnight and are fitting her with a backbrace today. When I talked to her a little bit ago she was not feeling too chipper, but, they had at least taken the measurements for the brace. She will have to wear it for 8-12 weeks. Now, leave it to my mother to fight with the doctor, but when I told the doctor that their washer and dryer were downstairs, and he said that she would need help with it, she came back with, "But, I just scoot it across the floor and then lift it up stair by stair." The doctor laughed and told her that she WOULD be getting help with laundry. That's my mom!