Yesterday was off to a good start. Elisabeth wanted a donut and m.ilky way hot chocolate from D & D so we made the trek and got her goodies. Poppy showed up to put the roof on the shed. We cleaned and organized her playroom. For lunch we had pizza from my favorite pizza place--with mushrooms!! After lunch Poppy resumes work on the roof and Elisabeth and I see Poppy waving. I tell her Poppy must want to say goodbye because it's raining. She opens the door and my dad says, "Susan, you have to take me to the ER." He fell off the scaffolding while holding a piece of plywood and made a huge gash in his leg. For you and me a gash would be bad but for him it was worse because he's on blood thinners.
So off in the van we go to the ER. They get him on a gurney soon after signing in. Meanwhile-- Michael's Dad came and got Elisabeth and Michael drove to the ER.
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Michael wanted to see how bad of a gash it was and he lifted up the gauze and you can see my Dad's bone.
He ended up getting 6 stitches on the inside and 14 on the outside. He has his knee in a brace so he doesn't bend his leg and has to use a cane to get around.
It was a gust of wind that caused my Dad's fall. The plywood acted like a parachute. I feel so bad that my Dad was only trying to build us a shed and he gets hurt. I know that it was an accident. I told him that Michael will be helping him finish putting the plywood on the roof.
We all laughed when the nurse was giving him his instructions at home. Rest, take it easy, etc. My Dad take it easy? He doesn't know how to. He's in good hands with Meem--she's a CRNA.
I spoke to my Dad this morning and he's doing okay. He even slept in his own bed last night. That was no small feet because his bedroom is on the second floor. I wish him a speedy recovery and the ability to ask for help when he needs it.