Just when you say something like “speeding right along,” life throws you a curve ball.
And that’s exactly what happened with the end of my week. On Thursday afternoon while I was still at work, I got a call from Mr. Ink’s sister in law. She’d called over to his mother, and his mother reluctantly admitted to her that she’d fallen two days prior. And not told anyone about it.
Now, knowing that any fall in an 88 year old could potentially be quite serious, and not being able to get in touch with Mr. Ink, I headed over there. She was able to get to the door, and I was able to get her into the car. We headed to the urgent care which is practically next door to her, but they wouldn’t see her. So, we then headed off to the only hospital she seems comfortable with, which was quite a ways away, in rush hour traffic.
By that time I’d been able to get ahold of Mr. Ink and he met us there. I was so thankful we’d gone to an ER, as what I didn’t realize was that while I could get her IN my car, I was completely unable to get her back OUT of my car. But they had experienced staff to help with that.
We learned, once in the ER, that she’d not just fallen 2 days before, she’d fallen 2 days before, and then fell again the next day. On fall 1, she’d broken her hip. On fall 2, she broke some ribs. And naturally, she hadn’t been eating because she was unable to make herself food.
I REALLY don’t know how long she would have gone without telling someone, if Mr. Ink’s sister in law hadn’t called and then pried the information out of her. I spent most of the day yesterday at the hospital with her as she was poked and prodded by all manner of docs and nurses, just to confirm that she was fine for surgery. As it turns out, besides the hip, she really couldn’t be healthier. So we made some decisions about surgery, information was conveyed to Mr. Ink’s brothers, and then Mr. Ink arrived to take over for the actual surgery part.
She came through surgery just fine! She’s got a long recovery ahead of her, and no more living alone, but she also did very well. When we have to take her to an ER for something, it’s always really fun for me to listen to the doctors and nurses talk about her outside the door. “This is an 88 year old female on absolutely NO medications whatsoever, with no known health problems.” “WHAT?!” “Seriously. No meds at all. No known health problems.” And it always continues in that direction for awhile. She’s such an anomaly, they can’t, initially, believe it.
I will be headed back up to the hospital soon. Tomorrow Mr. Ink’s younger brother comes to town. At the end of the week, Mr. Ink’s sister in law will come to town. So, we will be having a full house again, which has been the case the majority of 2016 so far. But we’ll be very grateful for the help! And we continue to be grateful we’ve got a house large enough to have people stay at.
Here’s what I realized, as I sat in the hospital yesterday knitting on a sock. The sock I was knitting on was started for Mr. Ink’s sister in law. She’s our greatest support when it comes to Mr. Ink’s mom, even though she lives 1,000 miles away. And she wanted socks, and I was happy to make her some. But as I sat there knitting on it, I realized she’d arrive in a week, and I could present her with a pair of socks! Also, it was SO appropriate that I was knitting socks for HER while in the hospital with the person she helps us care for from miles and miles away.
I finished that sock (Though it may be too long, I can always pull back the toe once she arrives) and I’ll start the second sock on Monday. I feel confident I can finish it by Friday.