This has been a rough week. My husband had a full hip replacement on Valentine's Day and a day and a half later had a heart attack. It's been a week of ups and downs, of tests and treatments, of hope and despair, a whole range of emotions. He is still in intensive care and had a good day today.
Ironically, the surgery was postponed two weeks because the cardiologist wouldn't pass him until he had a stress test. And he had to stop for another EKG before he could check in for the surgery. Some things are not predictable despite precautions.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Monday, February 07, 2011
Oops !
It sometimes feels that the older one gets, the more one loses. Things like hearing, eyesight, mobility, etc. The one thing I hope I never lose is my sense of humor.
Consider the following scenario: Very early one morning, the phone wakes me up. I wait for about six rings so my husband can answer it. He never does so I reluctantly pick it up. A voice says, "This is Lifeline. You husband has fallen. Would you unlock the door for the ambulance men?"
I race out of bed, unlock the door, check each room as I fly through, get all the way to the back bedroom without any sign of my husband. Finally, I holler "Where are you?" He replies that he is by the bed. I look down and there he is, on the floor between the bed and a tall chest. Experience has taught me that I can no longer pull him up alone---that's why the ambulance is called. The two firemen and one sheriff's deputy get him off the floor, check for injuries (there were none this time) and leave.
I can finally satisfy my curiosity and ask how he ended up in that spot. It seems that he had been sitting on the edge of the bed and slipped off. I tried not to laugh, knowing that with four very weak limbs, once he started to slide, he was unable to stop himself.
He's having a total hip replacement next Monday. Maybe that will help. In the meantime, my sister suggested that we have seat belts installed on the bed. I found that funny; he didn't.
Yep, thank God for a sense of humor and built-in giggle control.
Consider the following scenario: Very early one morning, the phone wakes me up. I wait for about six rings so my husband can answer it. He never does so I reluctantly pick it up. A voice says, "This is Lifeline. You husband has fallen. Would you unlock the door for the ambulance men?"
I race out of bed, unlock the door, check each room as I fly through, get all the way to the back bedroom without any sign of my husband. Finally, I holler "Where are you?" He replies that he is by the bed. I look down and there he is, on the floor between the bed and a tall chest. Experience has taught me that I can no longer pull him up alone---that's why the ambulance is called. The two firemen and one sheriff's deputy get him off the floor, check for injuries (there were none this time) and leave.
I can finally satisfy my curiosity and ask how he ended up in that spot. It seems that he had been sitting on the edge of the bed and slipped off. I tried not to laugh, knowing that with four very weak limbs, once he started to slide, he was unable to stop himself.
He's having a total hip replacement next Monday. Maybe that will help. In the meantime, my sister suggested that we have seat belts installed on the bed. I found that funny; he didn't.
Yep, thank God for a sense of humor and built-in giggle control.
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