| 7/20/2007 |
FEELS JUST LIKE WE'RE FALLIN' FOR THE FIRST TIME
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Sometime I wonder if I have any personal boundaries in sharing things on this blog. The answer is no.
Having said that, let me start off this story by asking you to keep in mind... he is alright!
My Grandfather had an accident the other day. He fell down a half-flight of stairs and somehow managed not to break anything. He is currently spending a few days in an assisted living home while he re-coops. Which is good for both my Grandfather and my Grandmother, who also can use the break from caring for him.
I got a call from my Grandmother with the news of the accident. I'm to the point in my life (well, their life technically speaking) that when she initiates a phone call it usually means something bad. She doesn't call to talk. She calls to check in, which I appreciate. I'm just saying... Phone call = Bad. I was unable to get to the phone, but seeing she called I didn't bother to listen to the message. I just called her back. When she answered the phone she started in about the situation as tho I'd already listened to the message. I hadn't. In repeat, she explains that as my Grandfather was making his way downstairs he fell half way down. She doesn't know if he missed a step, collapsed, slipped, or how it happened exactly.
She helped him up. Bandaged him up and got him back upstairs where the sat down and had lunch.
Now... I understand that if someone says to you that they're fine that you might be inclined to believe. But in a situation like this where you are having trouble stopping the bleeding, sitting down to lunch doesn't seem like the highest priority. My Grandmother's explanation was that he said he was fine and rather than argue with him about she just helped get him up and bandaged. I don't expect her to know about how shock and adrenaline from an accident can temporarily mask any pain you might have. Or how a broken bone doesn't have to be poking through the skin to be broken. Cracked ribs. Internal bleeding. You get the idea.
None of that stuff happened. Like I said... he is alright. I'm not looking to fault anyone. I'm just pointing out the comical.
So they had lunch and by this point he was starting to feel the pain in his back. She took him to the hospital where the stitched him up (which explains why she couldn't stop the bleeding). The exam showed nothing broken. No concussion. Nothing out of the ordinary other than needing some stitches and pain meds. This to me is incredible. It's a testament to the stout European blood that runs in my family. Here he is, 86 years old, 50-year smoker, heart surgery patient for a pacemaker, who just tumbled down some steps and didn't break anything?! He is the youngest of five siblings and his oldest sister is approaching 100!
If anyone wants to know where I get my stubbornness from, I think we have a winner.Labels: family, funny |
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I posted this @ 7/20/2007 08:24:00 AM.............Need a link?..........
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