It has been a long several days. My little dynamo aunt has had quite a journey beyond her broken hip. She has survived the pain and hallucinations (well, I survived the hallucinations).
Now we await the assessment by the Social Workers and Physical Therapists, who will decide the best followup care (Physical Rehab Facility for 20 days or In Foster Home Care with visiting rehab specialists). All this is reportedly paid for by Medicare.
Right now she is off her Mental Med’s and it shows with hallucinations, agitations, physical outbursts. I anticipate she will be back on them in short order as she was becoming a bit of a legend here over Christmas. She appears to have weathered the post anesthesia complications and agitation and ground out yet another fight. What a champion! What a Tiger. Frankly humbled, even inspired by her courage and determination.
SMALL WORLD MOMENT
We live in a reasonably good sized American town of about 1 million (urban boundaries included). So imagine this coincidence: Christmas Eve night. I notice a brother in law show his wife a text message at 9pm. The family soon became aware that his grandmother had fallen and broken her hip. I extended my condolences. What a shame I offered. As he prepared to leave, I noticed I had missed a call from my aunt’s care giver. I called. I was informed my aunt had fallen, the firemen and emt’s were at the facility…she appeared to have a broken hip!
With numerous hospitals in the town, and neither really close to each other, residence wise, they ended up at the same the hospital…same floor…side by side…with the same Orthopedic surgeon