Wednesday, February 22, 2012

My Grandpa

Let me start off by saying that the black cloud hovering over our family can disappear any day now.  We've had enough sadness and let downs the last 2 years and I'm ready to be back to "normal".

Anyway, on Saturday, my grandfather fell down the steps and got hurt.  He thought that he was ok, but turns out, he has a broken ankle.  He went to the ER on Sunday and it was confirmed today at the orthopaedic doctor.  He isn't able to put weight on his foot for 6 weeks.  He was a pitiful sight when we went over there Sunday night to help him get from the car into the house.  My uncle and Kyle basically carried him from the car to the door and he was worried the whole time about hurting them.  He tried to walk from the back door to his recliner with a walker and with crutches, but his body is so weak from him laying around all the time that he couldn't hold himself up with his arms to walk on one foot.

After a good talking to from several people in the family, my Pop has decided to be admitted into the Rehab hospital in Greenwood for at least 2 weeks.  It's just too much for my grandmother - who is still recovering from a broken arm - and my mother to try and take care of him.  Neither of them are able to hold him up to help him walk and I feared that all 3 of them would end up with some kind of injury had he not made the decision to go to rehab.

I feel for the doctors, nurses and therapists at the rehab hospital.  My grandpa isn't the most pleasant patient and I'm sure he's going to put them through hell, but he knows that this is what he needs to get better.

Please keep him and the rest of my family in your thoughts and prayers.  I haven't talked to my grandpa today, but knowing him like I do, I know that he is probably not happy about going to rehab.  Aside from being away from his own house for 2 weeks, I know he is definitely torn up about not being able to make his bi-weekly visits to Erik's grave.  He started out visiting Erik every.single.day, but when that got to be too much, he started going twice a week - on Tuesdays and Saturdays - and as far as I know, he's been every single Tuesday and Saturday since Erik died.

1 comment:

Kelly said...

How sweet of your grandpa to visit Erik so often. I'll be thinking of him and your family. <3