When the phone rings at 6AM, you know it's not good news
Mom called at 6AM to tell me Harry had fallen yesterday afternoon and broken his left hip. (I was half-fearing, half-expecting that he'd had another stroke or died). Several years ago he'd fallen and broken his right hip (then a year later had fallen and cracked his pelvis), now it's his left hip. Oy. He's back in hospital, of course, awaiting surgery, has to come off some meds first (blood thinners, other). There's also something about an air pocket in his lung. Mom wasn't certain what that was about. The poor man can't catch a break. Sometimes it astonishes me how much the human body can take and still keep going. Anyway, I'm going to focus on healthy living for the rest of the day, and be grateful I'm still mobile. For those of you in Canada, happy Canada Day tomorrow, July 1st! (Image snagged from a Google search) Comments are off. I'm sure everyone is sick of reading about all the grim crap at my end, so at lea...