The bad news is that I broke my left hip on Sunday, November 30 at noon. Oddly enough, I didn't know it was broken, so I was still walking around (a little) until late Sunday evening. But, by midnight, I could no longer put weight on my left foot at all. It was a long hard night.
The funny news is that five very handsome, strapping, young men (2 paramedics, 2 firemen and a police officer) all came crowding into my little bedroom Monday morning to "rescue" me and take me to the hospital. I heard them coming -- their sirens, you know. I think they must like that part best of all. All this commotion caused a sensation in the neighborhood. Jenny came during the excitement and asked me if I wanted her "to contact the bishop" [inside joke--LOL].
The good news is that my surgeon is supposed to be the best bone surgeon around. The surgery is scheduled for about 5 p.m. today. I will be getting a hip replacement (rather than a "repair"). The reason the surgery wasn't done yesterday was the surgeon didn't have the necessary "parts" nor his special surgical team.
So, wish me luck. And offer a little prayer that the surgeon will do his best.
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You tell that hip who's boss. Let the doc know to take good care of you or I'll have to take care of him.
"seshabil" = What Cain said to his brother through puberty.
Get well soon!
Grandma got run over by a reindeer . . .
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