( :-/ )

No word from, or about, Dad, since I talked to him this (yesterday) afternoon, after he fell off the stepladder and hurt his knee.

On the one hand: "'No news' is good news."

On the other hand: I guess this means they took him to the hospital, after all.

On the one hand: at least the house has a semi-wheelchair accessible bathroom, in case he is off his feet for a longish time. That's better than most houses.

On the other hand: that house is not really accessible. And the property as a whole definitely isn't. That's why I moved away.

So... um... fingers crossed.

Just heard from Dad...

He's still in the E.R., because they don't have a bed available for him, upstairs, yet.

They're going to have to operate on his knee. But, in the meantime, they found a heart condition no one knew he had -- which, as he said, is "a puzzle" -- beating too fast, or something. I don't understand it, because he just went to see his G.P. a couple of weeks ago, and got a proctology exam last week, and came back from both with a clean bill of health; I would have thought they'd pick up on an irregular heartbeat. Doesn't every doctor have that stethoscope thingie? And don't they use it every time?

So, anyway, they're trying to treat his heart rate with drugs, now, and then, we hope, operate on his knee tomorrow. Then, as he said, he'll have to go into a nursing home, because there's no way he could get around that house on crutches. He talked about getting a neighbor to bring in the mail and put out water for the cat. ... I think he's underestimating the time it will take to heal. He'll be 79 on February 10, after all. This won't be like the knee injury he got in college...

But at least he's chipper. Just going by the tone in his voice, and not the words, you'd think he was planning a family picnic, or something.

Like I said in the last post: fingers crossed!

Say hello...

To Autumn (uncacreamy). She's a fellow alum of my tiny high school, and also a fellow fan of Doctor Who. Bid her welcome. :-)