P turned 82 Saturday, but you didn't hear that from me. A real lady never reveals her age. So we called it "P-- Day." The plan was for easy child to take her shopping and to lunch, then have a little dinner party at my house. P fell again on Friday. The nurses called and said they found her on her bottom in front of the bathroom, and she hurt her shoulder. The x-ray tech did an x-ray and nothing was broken (more on this in another thread). P seemed upset but not in too much pain as long as she didn't move much. easy child drove to pick her up Sat and P wouldn't get out of bed. She was having a bad day, and when she saw easy child in her cute little workout clothes, P thought she looked like a tennis player and said she could teach her to play, but she couldn't because she was in pain and old and she wished she were younger, and she started to cry. Then she said she missed R, her husband, who died 3 yrs ago. So easy child left her and said I would stop by later with-gifts and P said okay. I stopped by an hr later and P was doing slightly better but still didn't want to come over for dinner. I'd already planned a party, so I went ahead with-my plans, everyone had fun, and after dinner, we packed everything in the cars and made a tiny caravan to visit P. We had to go in the back door because the front door is locked at 8 p.m. We brought gifts, cake, and ice cream. Oh, and champagne and glasses. We had great fun, but P had already gotten her nighttime medications and was conked out. She sat in a chair and did her best to participate. She loved all the attention and it was most unfortunate she was so drugged out. But everyone did a great job. She had two sips of champagne and said she didn't want anymore because she was too tired. I went across the hall and gave 1/2 glass to the lady there. She loves P and no one ever visits her. She's from Germany and still pays her own bills, but is hunched over with-arthritis and non-ambulatory. I knew I'd catch h*ll for it but didn't know it would come back to bite me quite the way it did. Yestedray, while I was visiting P, she had to go to the restroom. I helped her in, and on the way back to bed, she had major league diarrhea all over the floor. She was so embarrassed. So I told her not to move, and I got a nurse, who got an assistant, who cleaned it up, and I stripped down P and put her clothes in a bag (I do the home laundry). Poor thing. Around 7:15 this a.m., I got a call from a nurse named Linda, who told me P had fallen again on her way to the rest room. Aaaaaaaarrrgghhh! P just can't wait ... or maybe she can't feel it all properly, but she just gets up and tries to go. P bruised her knees and butt. I said P is always up and trying to go all of the time, every 5 min, and she has urinary and bowel issues. I suggested that milk could be the problem, and that the stool softeners should be stopped. Linda said, "Yes, I know she's had fecal material on the bed." "Yes, I'm not talking about that. She had a major league accident yesterday." "Alcohol can cause that." And she prepared to hang up. "Whoah, whoah, whoah. Ma'am? Hello? Ma'am?" "What?" (Nasty tone of voice.) "She had two sips of champagne. That's not going to do it. This is an ongoing problem." "Fine." Click. I high-tailed it over there but the night nurse checked out at 8 and I dropped difficult child off at school at 7:50 and didn't get there in time. However, the head nurse was there and I spoke with-her about it. She wrote down the nurse's name and said she'd take care of it. She also told me that alcohol requires a dr's order. I told her I'd keep that in mind for New Year's Eve.