It's been just two weeks since Mom died and last night around 6pm I got a call from a gentleman saying that he had taken my Dad to the emergency room. My Dad was at the food court at the mall, went to sit down at a table and fell. People came over and helped him into the chair, they got mall security and they offered to get an ambulance and he said he was ok. They got all the information and filled out an incident report but he didn't want to go to the hospital.
He ate his food ("I paid for it so I wanted to eat it") but he realized he was in a lot of pain and couldn't get up from the chair. A man he knows from the food court offered to take him to the Emergency Room. They got a wheelchair and the man somehow got him into his pickup truck and drove him to the hospital.
When he called me he said it didn't seem that bad, my Dad thought he just got a bad bruise from landing on his wallet (it's a big wallet!) but the xrays showed a fracture in the bone just below the hip joint. DH was there with me and we all knew what this means. He's 85 and knows too many people who have gone through this and never been the same.
When he realized he wasn't going home he started telling us all the things he wanted us to take care of. First, get his car at the mall and take it home, call the cleaning service and cancel for Tuesday, take the bananas and melon that he just bought and cancel the newspaper.
He's very practical and logical. For what he's been through in the last 2 weeks he's still very organized and methodical. Once he was admitted and settled in his room for the night we took care of moving his car and going up to his apartment. Nothing was out of place, he told me where his appointment book was and what to take care of. He knew the balance in his checking account and he knew that all the bills are paid except for the condo fees which are due at the end of the month.
He was in a lot of pain. He finally got some morphine in the ER. He's always been very tolerant of pain but this was tough on him and I could see it in his face, especially when they transferred him to his bed.
DH drove us home around 1:30am and I fell apart in the passenger seat. I haven't fully felt the deep grief I had expected from my Mom's death and seeing my Dad going through this just brought it all together. Wow, this is heavy stuff.
He's in an amazing hospital, brand new and very high tech, it just opened in February. He's getting lots of attention. The staff don't appear to be overworked, cranky, or burned out. Everyone takes their time and explains everything. They tell you how much they enjoy working there. When they ask about his medical history and situation I tell them about my mom's death 2 weeks ago, just so they know. He needs a little extra TLC.
So the surgery was this afternoon. Everything went well and we didn't come home until he was back in his room and his pain meds kicked in. Poor guy, he's mad at himself for causing everybody trouble. He was so proud to be able to manage being alone. He just wants to get better so he can go back home. So far the plan is a few more days in the hospital and then an extended stay in a rehabilitation place. My sister volunteers at a very nice nursing home that has rehab so that's probably where he will go.
So far it's been just me and DH handling this. My sister and BIL had a trip to Palm Desert, CA planned for months and left last Saturday. I called her from the ER and she's coming home overnight and will be with him ASAP tomorrow morning.
So tell me your broken hip stories. Do people ever recover completely? I know this could be the beginning of the end, but I could use some hopeful news.
He ate his food ("I paid for it so I wanted to eat it") but he realized he was in a lot of pain and couldn't get up from the chair. A man he knows from the food court offered to take him to the Emergency Room. They got a wheelchair and the man somehow got him into his pickup truck and drove him to the hospital.
When he called me he said it didn't seem that bad, my Dad thought he just got a bad bruise from landing on his wallet (it's a big wallet!) but the xrays showed a fracture in the bone just below the hip joint. DH was there with me and we all knew what this means. He's 85 and knows too many people who have gone through this and never been the same.
When he realized he wasn't going home he started telling us all the things he wanted us to take care of. First, get his car at the mall and take it home, call the cleaning service and cancel for Tuesday, take the bananas and melon that he just bought and cancel the newspaper.
He's very practical and logical. For what he's been through in the last 2 weeks he's still very organized and methodical. Once he was admitted and settled in his room for the night we took care of moving his car and going up to his apartment. Nothing was out of place, he told me where his appointment book was and what to take care of. He knew the balance in his checking account and he knew that all the bills are paid except for the condo fees which are due at the end of the month.
He was in a lot of pain. He finally got some morphine in the ER. He's always been very tolerant of pain but this was tough on him and I could see it in his face, especially when they transferred him to his bed.
DH drove us home around 1:30am and I fell apart in the passenger seat. I haven't fully felt the deep grief I had expected from my Mom's death and seeing my Dad going through this just brought it all together. Wow, this is heavy stuff.
He's in an amazing hospital, brand new and very high tech, it just opened in February. He's getting lots of attention. The staff don't appear to be overworked, cranky, or burned out. Everyone takes their time and explains everything. They tell you how much they enjoy working there. When they ask about his medical history and situation I tell them about my mom's death 2 weeks ago, just so they know. He needs a little extra TLC.
So the surgery was this afternoon. Everything went well and we didn't come home until he was back in his room and his pain meds kicked in. Poor guy, he's mad at himself for causing everybody trouble. He was so proud to be able to manage being alone. He just wants to get better so he can go back home. So far the plan is a few more days in the hospital and then an extended stay in a rehabilitation place. My sister volunteers at a very nice nursing home that has rehab so that's probably where he will go.
So far it's been just me and DH handling this. My sister and BIL had a trip to Palm Desert, CA planned for months and left last Saturday. I called her from the ER and she's coming home overnight and will be with him ASAP tomorrow morning.
So tell me your broken hip stories. Do people ever recover completely? I know this could be the beginning of the end, but I could use some hopeful news.