Dec 13, 2019 15:52
The holiday season thus far? Not so happy. We both lost elderly aunts. My aunt was in her late nineties; his, over 100. Not unexpected, but still sad. For me, this is the last link to my mother's family overseas. I really want to thank whoever coded the right-click translate function. Mother's side is from Sweden. I understand some spoken Swedish; I do not read Swedish. When I Googled my aunt's name and residence, the obituary came up, and with that, all of the links to the memorial and florist. I've arranged for a bouquet and a card to be at the memorial, with mention of it being in my mother's memory and from me, too. His aunt was a few years over 100. She was more than ready to die, having outlived just about everyone she knew. Still a bit sad, at least for me, as I liked her. I'd like to go to her memorial, even though it's at least six hours north of us; however, the last not-fun part of this season will prevent that.
Almost two weeks past, the WBH, while trying to cut some firewood for next season, dropped a huge chunk of tree onto himself. He's lucky, really, as all he broke was a collarbone. He wears a hardhat, which is what kept him from hurting himself worse. The break was clean and seriously off-set. I posted photos on FB, whereupon various nurses we know chimed in. They all advocated pinning the bones. The problem? When you live in Beautiful Nowhere, the only bone doctor is shared between at least one other hospital. What does that mean? That means no one can or will seriously look into your problem for at least a week, assuming you drop said tree on yourself on a Monday. When the doctor was here and had time to look at his X-Rays, the options were to leave it be and let it heal over a six month period or so, and there would be no guarantees that the bones would heal properly. The other option was surgery. Now, should you be in the least interested, there are two possible surgical variations. The first is the classic bolted-onto-the-bones plate; the other, thread a titanium needle/nail through the hollow of the bone and "tie" the needle/nail off to let it heal over many months. The doctor was familiar with the technique and all, but there was one possible problem: he was about to leave our hospital system. But there was a slot open for surgery today, and we leapt at it. Well, I leapt at it. My guy mostly mumbled that he was more than ready. Two weeks of one type of misery ended today, in exchange for a different sort of pain.
Happy freakin' Ho Ho.
Cross-posted from dreamwidth.org