My grandpa had his hip replaced on February 2 and we have had a rough time. I'm going to put the "bad news" portion in between the good news like the compliment sandwich does...but there are no compliments.
He did great in surgery and when he woke up from anesthesia, the first thing he said was "now when can I get up?"
His dementia has been acting up most likely due to the anesthesia and the shock on his system from the surgery.
He fell in the nursing home because he got up by himself and ended up shattering the top portion of his femur.
He can't put any weight on his leg for at least 3 months and that leg is two inches shorter.
The only two options for what to do is hope it heals naturally and doesn't get worse or do an even bigger, more complicated surgery. The family agrees surgery is not an option.
When he's "with it" he makes everybody laugh. Yesterday he was "fiddling" with his catheter because it is uncomfortable and the nurse asked him "Thor, why are you fiddling around down there?" Without missing a beat, grandpa said "Because it's fun." Everybody in the room almost died laughing and the nurse couldn't get out of the room fast enough to tell everyone at the nurses station.
Well, that was a large sandwich that, unfortunately, had a lot of bad filling. I suppose the toothpick that holds the sandwich together is the fact that he is alive. I just hope these next few months go by quickly and easily.
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