Monday Grandpa went out to get the mail as he does almost everyday, part of his routine. Were we going to go to Petsmart and get dog food so I thought (a little agitated I might say), he was sitting in the car waiting for me. After about 10 or15 minutes I grabbed my purse and went headed out side. He wasn't is the car, so I looked around and he was laying in the driveway. I rushed to his side to find he had slipped on the ice and fallen. "Please help me up!" After a good tug, "I can't lift you, let me call 911 for help". " No! I'll crawl, but I can't MOVE!!" "Ok, I"ll call 911." "NO! Funny story I won't repeat. All said and done the Ambulance took him to the hospital.I don't know if it was fear but his sense for humor ran rampid. He kept every one in the emergacy laughing, he had a joke for every nurse that entered his room. He kept us all entertained as we sat fearing the worst. He was so pleasant through the pain of a broken hip, we we were all amazed. You have got to admire someone like that, I am sure the hospital staff does.
One of the OR nurses told him she loved him. After surgery to repair the break, he will be in the hospital a few more days and them maybe rehab, or home. He wants to come home, so I hope they let him. I have to take care of him when he comes home, so I may be recanting this story, because like others I know he can be an ornery old fart too, but to see his reaction to all of this was amazing. He could sure set an example for a world full of complainers. The Doc said he will be as good as new is about 3 months. I don't think he heard these words. Three months of therapy ouch.
