I am far more concerned that Mom will fall down the stairs again. Fortunately, when she has done so she's so limp that she isn't hurt. I remember when she was laying in the gutter street on the sidewalk napping when a truck ran over her. The truck's tires opened her brooch and the pin punctured the curbside front tire. The resulting release of air blew the truck clear across the street. Mom awakened, shook her old gray locks, and shouted "Quark! Quark!" and called that duckdog to make the truck disappear, which happened. Mom wasn't injured because she'd been plenty limp after spending several hours in Sadie's Saloon.