Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes!
OK… JUST woke up. Got a call on Sunday Morning, 0830. Dad had fallen again.
This time he was transported to the ER.
Head injuries and multiple contusions.
How in the Hell he got that banged up falling in that teeny bathroom beats the shit out of me… So, instead of a nice lounging day, Up and fly to the Villages (no escort this time).
Find out that the time before that he fell and that we we not notified b/c friggin’ Mom managed to bamboozle the LifeFon Folks into NOT calling he broke a rib and snapped his femur implant from when he got in that car wreck a few years ago.
Four times now in the past month that we know of.
Two of them in the past 48 hours
Plus, this time, he’s got bedsores on his ass that we weren’t notified about, pneumonia, and liquids in his chest cavity (over a liter and a half drained!) from the broken rib. Plus a concussion, and ripped skin on the elbow and knees. Lost of blood, but not really that bad… like I said, he’s got a fuckton of other things we had no idea about.
The Neurologist has been brought in ‘cos they now think his balance is perma-shot thru
Uh yeah… ya fucking think?
So I’m out of pocket for now. We were dealing with Mom (who’s oars ain’t fully in the water if you dig me) and Dad, who I’m –hoping– pulls through. I’ll get back on the Sub and things as we go.
Told Dad he’d better get better so’s I can fucking kill him next time around.
At least Glorious Tractor Factory is covering me (without pay amiright?)
More Later, Appreciate all the support