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Okay, that biopsy? The one where they were going to 'plant' gold seeds so they could blast the lung mass with concentrated radiation? Isn't happening today. Dad was scheduled to have the procedure done at like 5 AM - an intresting strategy but he would still have made a fuss even at that hour.
Last night at about… 7:30 PM he fell (picture an guy who can't walk on two feet trying to do that flamingo thing where you step into you underwear and pull them up while walking… yeah, he'll be 82 at the end of the month) I knew (and anyone who watched him move or walk knew) it was just a matter of time before he broke a hip - I tell him at least daily that things he does… like shuffling to about a yard or four feet from his destination *usually* his chair and trying to fling his body the rest to the distance is going to break his hip and that if he does he will look back to now as the good old days… this little speech is mostly brought on from his constant whoa is me lamenting about how he can't move like he did when he was 19 (40, 70 ect) and how I should not get old (which is just insulting - of course I point out to him that he is basically saying 'die young' to everyone he meets)
God bless Merc and small town life a friend who works at the hospital he was admitted to last night called this morning and said 'Do not let Dr. McFail touch him' I had sent her an email that she didn't read before going to work - didn't want to call after midnight - and asked her to recommend a good bone doctor, but she checked the admittance list and called herself (I so owe her dinner) and recommended three guys she would let operate on her if she were the one with the broken hip.
Oh yeah did I say that? He finally broke it. We've had a couple scares, bad falls where he got up and didn't change his habits… he's on the floor (naked, could have done with out that, yes, I've been scared for life) and he doesn't what me to call for an ambulance… I explain if I was David Copperfield I would not be commuting over an hour a day to work in a cubical… no laughs. So he does let me call my brother who says call an ambulance. No? Really? I would never have thought of that - here you talk to him. So brother comes over and then when brother can not levitate him either Dad gives in and lets us call an ambulance (no I will not take it personally that his first answer to anything I ask him is no… but he will do it for just anyone else, grrr.)
I get to call *the sister* - if I time it right I will get to leave a message and not have to deal with her…after all this is all about her and if we were kind reasonable people we could see that.