Stuff

So yesterday my dad calls me, on my cell phone, which I hardly use. He asks if I'm at work, I reply no, were picking up my car from the garage, he asked whats wrong with the car, nothing, we just needed to have the brakes done. Then he says, how are you? I say im fine, how are you?

Well not so good, I'm in the hospital. Then he tells me it hurts to hold the phone to his ear and that they have arrived to feed him, call your brother to find out whats going on. Well that sets me into a panic.

We pay for my car and I head home to call my brother because the cell recpetion was not very good there. Of course on the drive home I'm thinking ok, im off work tomorrow and I can call off for sunday, and im off monday then we can play the rest by ear, thank goodness I did the laundry and I can throw some clothes in a bag and be on the road pretty quickly. I call my brother and he says on friday night dad fell stepping off a curb and broke his elbow. Ok less panic. He is in the hospital because a bone shifted and they have to refix it, and he can not do anything for himself. Mind you the man is 92 years old and lives alone, still golfs 18 holes, walks 9 and rides a cart for 9, and still drives.

So today my brother calls after I get home from work and he was back from the hospital visiting dad. The hospital did xrays today, one arm has a broken tibia and the other arm has a hairline fracture. No wonder he couldnt get himself up out of the chair or do anything! So he has surgery on tuesday to fix the bone that moved and put a pin or bolt or something in. He is going into rehab for about 6 weeks while he heals where he will be taken care of as someone has to be with him 24 hrs a day as he cant do anything for himself. His spirts are good my sister-in-law said.

These are the times I hate living in a different state, it is only about 4 hours away but it feels like much more at times like these.