Ed fell in our driveway last Friday, broke his femur and injured his knee. Passers by helped him and came and got me and I ran out and while I was out, my favorite fry pan burned. It set off the smoke alarms that we just had installed and turning them off was me getting on a ladder and removing them because just pressing the button wasn't doing it.
Ed has been in the hospital since then, had surgery today, and will probably be transferred to a rehab facility on Wednesday. His surgery kept being tabled in deference to car crash victims that come first (we get a lot of those), with one orthopedic surgeon on staff for the weekend. It was exhausting. Staff would say "doctor is on his way" and hours later would say, "first thing in the morning." Meanwwile, because of imminent surgery, he wasn’t allowed any food, so the staff would have to scramble to get him a tray of something. The staff was super. The system sucks.
Friends came by and waited with me while Ed was brought up from the OR. He needed food. Jean got him a sandwich from the Subway next to the hospital cafeteria. He was lucid and the pain had receded greatly, although post surgery, there is always some. He goes to rehab at Gulf Coast Village. He has wards there and the staff knows him well. It is easy to get to.
Jean drove me home in my car because I don’t like to drive at night. Her husband followed and they left an hour ago. I am totaled. Winding down on the computer. The kitties meowing for more more food.
Getting to the hospital in the early morning means the sun is in my eyes most of the way. Turning down the windshield visor doesn't work because I am not tall enough. So I used a cushion today, and that works, even though squirreling my way into the seat is difficult. Even so, I had to drive part of the way with one hand on the wheel and the other shielding eyes. The world hates small people.
I cancelled my physical therapy session last Friday, but can go to the hospital tomorrow morning and then go to my session, and then go back. It’s just down the street from the hospital. Meantime I haven't paid bills, the laundry isn't done, etc. I am coping.