This ER Looks Familiar

Poor dad. Though I am being very gracious compared to my attitude earlier today. I had a phone call this morning saying that the results of dad's X-ray had come back, that he had a fracture and he was being sent to St Vincent's hospital. Say what!? Wasn't I told the other day that the x-ray had come back clear?! Not sure what happened there. (But will be following up on it.)

So... back to St Vincent's ER for the two of us. Dad had been admitted and X-rayed by the time I arrived. As in ER’s, we waited and waited... dad getting more and more restless as they couldn’t give him his medication, food or water until they had the results of the X-rays back as they did not know if they would have to do surgery or not. I grew increasingly restless as well, not at all aided by the construction going on in the room next door. I’m telling you, it follows me around!

Finally... a couple of hours later, we had our results. Dad had a pubic rami fracture. From what I understand, it’s the edge of the pubic bone at the front that had fractured in the fall last Saturday. X-ray shows it as already starting to heal. That’s all that can be done with this fracture... time, physio and some pain relief to deal with the pain. Dad had been recuperating well at the care home already, so the decision was made to send him back there rather than admit him to hospital; which could be unsettling for him.

I was going to get a ride back to the care home in the ambulance so I could ride with dad and reassure him... and ok, to sound the siren! Alas, someone else was riding in there as well... so I was relegated to the ole bus in the rain!

Sometimes I feel like I’m making this stuff up... but you just cannot dream this up!  At least we can sleep in our own beds at the end of a long day. Speaking of beds, that is exactly where I am headed... the dishes can wait!