Oh yes, Grandma Ester Schafer, I can hear you say with clarity, “What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.” So many words of wisdom you were quick to share.
Our tiny little home on Stauffer Avenue has had many moments these last three days to pull from strength that may not have been fatal but life changing.
In the early morning hours of Friday, Dennis fell with a huge bang and a groan that had me out of bed immediately. In the hours that ensued, our home was bursting with many strong men being told what to do by three gals from the ambulance crew as well as our street being cordoned off by our police. For me . . . helplessness big time. By Friday afternoon, Dennis had been through the mill at our local hospital and was having more vitals taken while getting comfortable at the Mankato Mayo Hospital.
Yes, the hip was broken. Dennis had taken his Eloquist blood thinner at supper Thursday night. Five days of the blood thinner needs to be stopped before surgical procedures. A bleed-out is not good. Surgery was scheduled for Saturday afternoon. By 5:30 Dennis was out of surgery with all markers to the positive.
This is Sunday afternoon and I had to decide where I sought the best place geographically Dennis would travel to Monday afternoon to a facility to gain strength, get occupational therapy, and physical therapy before coming home to our tiny home. Four choices to see where a bed was available. I told the nurse for my own selfish reasons, I gave them my choices; St. James’ Hospital, St. James’ nursing home facility, Madelia Hospital, Madelia nursing home facility or Truman’s nursing home facility.
Dennis would be transported in a wheelchair-equipped van and I needed to give permission for the out of pocket expense. Absolutely!
This morning, Dennis’ daughter, Denise, took his clothing plus his special orthotic shoes as they would have him on his feet Sunday afternoon for a bit of walking.
It’s all about the waiting. I spoke with Dennis this morning and he assured me that he wanted me to stay at home until he would be settled somewhere.
I gave reassurance this day to both of my children when they called, that I was okay and in need of nothing.
One big change here on Stauffer. At six each evening the patio porch is closed for the night to the three kitties. You are either in or out. There will be a clean potty box and plenty of fresh food and water available. No more waiting as Dennis would do until the last one came strolling home well after dark.
With that I will take my leave. ♥
