I Don't Even Know Where To Begin...

...last weekend was a long one , let's just put it that way.  We went home for a 'cousins' reunion.  We ended up doing that and making several trips to the hospital...

 

We got a call from Mark's brother that his dad had fallen and broken is femur.  He needed surgery and was in the hospital.  That call came about 11:30 pm on Thursday night (I think). Mark left early Friday morning to be there for the surgery. Friday after everyone got home we headed for WV.  We planned on staying in the little house, 414,  (our house that Mark's parents lived in that we are selling)  We still needed to do a little cleaning out and had planned on doing that.  We had planned to stay there all weekend.  Once we got there and went in Mark and Emmy started to feel the effects of the dust.  Emmy found a Holiday Inn that accepted dogs.  We headed there.  All snuggled in and sleeping soundly and the fire alarm goes off around 2AM.  I can't find my shoes.  Mark is in his pj's walking in circles around the room.  The dog is freaking.  Michael thinks he needs to put on his clothes.  Emmy thinks we are all crazy and taking too long to get out of the building.  It is amazing some of the sights you see at 2AM! Get back to the room 45 minutes later to find my sister called saying my dad was in the ER can't get his breath.  Drive to 414 to drop off the dog.  Head to the hospital.  Some of these details might be a little askew because it is all a fog now.

 

Lisa and Terry were there to make sure things moved smoothly.  Can't say enough great things about the care that he is receiving at St. Mary's.  Helps that both Terry and Lisa work there.

The doctor decided to put four pins in the bone to keep things together.  There is a story about the surgical hat you see on his head.  I think his nurse might have been a little smitten.  I hear he also got a kiss on the forehead.

He's doing great.  Eating, drinking, doing all the things that you should be doing.

Hospital food is not his favorite.  Someone always makes sure that he has some soup beans and cornbread.

And then there was a little set back...he stopped breathing.  Rapid Response Team rushed in and saved the day.  Thank heavens Terry was with him when he stopped breathing.

Yesterday (Sunday) they had him up and walking.  He needs to get his sea legs back and get that heart pumping and build this oxygen back up.

He's a trooper for sure.   Model patient!  He will be there for a few more days then off to skilled nursing for a while until they feel he can do things on his own again.

 

I can tell you that the ladies (and the gents) at Wyngate miss him.  They are missing their driving lessons on his scooter.  And he misses them too.

 

He gets stronger every day.  Mark is still there running from 414 to Wyngate to the hospital and all points in between.  And this wjsut the beginning to our weekend.  Oh it gets better!