What A Night
I met my brother outside the train station in Chicago tonight after work. He told me not to freak out, but our dad fell off the roof today and shattered his ankle. Apparently no one wanted to call me at work because they knew I would have left and went to the hospital. Apparently my dad was on the roof with another guy finishing up the new siding on the house. He went to get off the roof and the ladder was slipping so he jumped away from the ladder so it wouldn't land on him and landed and shattered his right foot/ankle. I'm so glad that he jumped away from the ladder because who knows what would have happend if he landed on it or it landed on him. I think the entire family was thinking about my uncle who fell 2 meters off their roof and landed on a wheel barrel and died in 2003.
My brother had been talking to my mom, dad, and aunt during the day so he was pretty well caught up. Apparently my dad was refusing pain killers and just asked my mom to bring the cayenne pepper. My brother filled me in on the train ride home, we both drove home from the train station,dropped our stuff off, and drove to the hospital.
My brother and I got to the hospital a little before 7pm and he was in a lot of pain. Apparently he asked for some tylenol around 5pm and the nurse just kind of laughed and said I think your going to need more than that. So they gave him a shot of demeral, but that didn't help any. Shortly after we arrived, the nurse came in and gave him a shot of morphine, but that still took a good hour and a half for him to feel a difference.
I have never seen my dad in so much pain before. It is tough to stand there and watch someone and not be able to do anything. After my dad said the shot didn't seem to be helping, the nurse came in and cut open the wrapping on his foot and started poking around. She got concerned that he couldn't feel at certain spots on his foot when she poked him. So she elevated his leg even more and he said that finally helped some of the pain. Just before we left, they hooked him up to a constant morphine drip, so hopefully he will push that little button as often as he needs to and will get some rest tonight.
I was amazed that he could still wiggle his toes when she asked him to. Apparently he shattered his foot, ankle, the socket that connects your ankle to your tibia, and the lower half of his tibia. They did a catscan and luckily everything else is okay.
He has surgery sometime tomorrow so I guess I'll go to work until I hear the word. I told my mom that I will leave my cell phone on all day. I'll let the temp agency know that when I find out when he goes into surgery, I'm going to want to leave so I can be there when he wakes up.
They say the surgery is only suppose to last an hour, but I find that hard to believe considering that they have to use a bone graph from a cadavar to put it all back together. Apparently my dad was pretty freaked out when he heard that, but it would be more painful if they took the bone from somewhere else and put it in his ankle so he is going to go with the donor.
As if the day couldn't get any better. When we got home, my mom said that her and my dad just canceled their old health insurance because they found a better deal. Only the guy hasn't come out yet to give them their physical so they aren't covered yet by the new insurance. I can't believe it. Of course, we aren't aloud to tell anyone this. It is another little family secret. That's probably why my dad was refusing pain killers until he just couldn't take it anymore. He feels terrible. My mom told him to just concentrate on getting better and we'll deal with the bills later.
I'm telling you when it rains it poors.












