Monday, November 14, 2011
Bright eyed and bushy-tailed... well, kind of...
The call came mid-afternoon Sunday; dad was heading into the theatre right then for surgery to insert pins and plates onto his broken femur. That meant all was well with his temperature, etc., and the operation could proceed. No news is good news... we had not heard back from the hospital that afternoon, nor could we reach anyone to find out how the surgery had gone. It being a Sunday, I am sure they had left for the weekend. Having been a somewhat busy day, we did not go into the hospital... assuming dad would have been right out of it from the surgery. (Yes, I still feel slightly guilty for not being there... I am trying to deal with that!)
Heading in through the hospital doors on Monday afternoon, my brother asked what I thought dad would be doing. I said that he would probably be sitting up in bed, bright eyed and bushy-tailed. And I was right. He was sitting up in bed when we got there, taking it all in. Not to say that he was fully aware of what was going on. Or as his nurse put it... 'post-op delusions that can last a few days'. Went through this back in January... it is about par for the course. (At least this time the professionals can handle it, and not like last time where they sent him home with me and I was not prepared for the crazies!!) There was an IV in his arm for fluids, and oxygen in his nose as post-op patients tend to take shallow breaths for a day or two post surgery. I steered clear of the surgery site... I am not a nurse... no way!
So there you have it... we have one (slightly) intact father, on the road to recovery once again. And once again, I am releasing one looooong exhale..........................................
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