Good news!
I talked to my aunt a little while ago and she updated us on how my grandfather's doing. He had his surgery, where they put a nail and a screw in his hip, and he is now in recovery. When we talked to her, the anesthesia hadn't started wearing off yet, but my other aunt had talked to him, and they say he's doing pretty well. I guess they didn't have to replace the hip, just repair it, which is great. Also, the surgeon told them that granddaddy has the bones of a twenty year old, and that everyone was wishing they had our genes! They seemed really pleased with his condition and it was a lot better than expected.
Once he's up to it, she said they were going to start him on some rehab/physical therapy, but not for more than two weeks, since he's good enough that as soon as he can bear it, he can walk on it. I am really pleased with this news, since last night when we talked to her, she was thinking it would take him a few months to recover. Although, that was based on her husband's mother's recovery from her hip injury, and she was not nearly as healthy as granddaddy.
Even my grandmother seems to be fine. The way my aunt told it, my other aunt came by the grandparents' house when the ambulance came for my grandfather to get my grandmother. It was basically like, "Mom, do you want to come to my house?" "Okay." We figure she didn't know what was going on, and probably wouldn't know, which is good for her.
She also told us how this happened, and it was one of those things that just illustrates what he's like (very stubborn about taking it easy). He was in the backyard painting these louvered doors to put in front of the washer/dryer and his paint sprayer didn't work so he was using a brush. Since the louvers move while you paint them with a brush, paint dripped through the door and onto the ground. When he finished one side, he went around to the other side to start painting. I guess he was trying to avoid the spilled paint, and he tripped over a bush that was overgrown and fell and fractured the hip. He managed to pull himself up and used his cell phone (something we never expected him to get, but thank god he had gotten one a few months ago) to call my uncle, who got the ambulance to come down.
It's just so like him that he'd hurt himself while doing some handy task (as opposed to falling on ice or whatever), cause he's always doing stuff like that for his neighbors and friends. Plus, it just figures that it'd be something silly like tripping over a root. The universe is hilarious sometimes.
I'm so glad that he's doing well, and it looks like he'll be in pretty good shape for Christmas. Now we just have to figure out where to have it, since the lake house is out (too far for him to have to drive). Whatever happens, at least we'll get to see them. And even though it's an awful thing to have happen, it looks like it couldn't have turned out better for him. I'm really pleased.
Once he's up to it, she said they were going to start him on some rehab/physical therapy, but not for more than two weeks, since he's good enough that as soon as he can bear it, he can walk on it. I am really pleased with this news, since last night when we talked to her, she was thinking it would take him a few months to recover. Although, that was based on her husband's mother's recovery from her hip injury, and she was not nearly as healthy as granddaddy.
Even my grandmother seems to be fine. The way my aunt told it, my other aunt came by the grandparents' house when the ambulance came for my grandfather to get my grandmother. It was basically like, "Mom, do you want to come to my house?" "Okay." We figure she didn't know what was going on, and probably wouldn't know, which is good for her.
She also told us how this happened, and it was one of those things that just illustrates what he's like (very stubborn about taking it easy). He was in the backyard painting these louvered doors to put in front of the washer/dryer and his paint sprayer didn't work so he was using a brush. Since the louvers move while you paint them with a brush, paint dripped through the door and onto the ground. When he finished one side, he went around to the other side to start painting. I guess he was trying to avoid the spilled paint, and he tripped over a bush that was overgrown and fell and fractured the hip. He managed to pull himself up and used his cell phone (something we never expected him to get, but thank god he had gotten one a few months ago) to call my uncle, who got the ambulance to come down.
It's just so like him that he'd hurt himself while doing some handy task (as opposed to falling on ice or whatever), cause he's always doing stuff like that for his neighbors and friends. Plus, it just figures that it'd be something silly like tripping over a root. The universe is hilarious sometimes.
I'm so glad that he's doing well, and it looks like he'll be in pretty good shape for Christmas. Now we just have to figure out where to have it, since the lake house is out (too far for him to have to drive). Whatever happens, at least we'll get to see them. And even though it's an awful thing to have happen, it looks like it couldn't have turned out better for him. I'm really pleased.