I don't know if it was an afternoon of wild spring abandon or if my kitties are equally tired of hip precautions but I came home tonight to everything strewn over the floor. My demin jacket hanging on the doorknob, on the floor. The extra long shoehorn, both lifters and my cane - on the floor. The open bag of cat food on the counter - the floor. And, the curtains in my den.
For me this is clearly the story of three hips - my Moms, my Dads and mine. Today was a hard day. My Mom's surgery is Wednesday the 13th. To avoid any further falls she has been limited to home since the last dislocation. I had a list of errands to accomplish for her today so that she can go in the hospital. All things that needed to be done, all that involved stores and walking and up (and back down). And Dad, whose only been out of the house once since he got home, was with me today - him and his walker and his 18 year old cat. I took Dad to a follow-up appt. with his O.S. and he sat in the car while I ran Mom's errands. But first we went to the vet. I helped him in and carried his cat in and stayed with the two of them while the cat was put to sleep. Dad nearly died the night he broke his hip. My brothers and Mom had all gone home but I stayed because he asked and because I couldn't leave my 84 year old father alone. It got very bad during the night. They were asking me about his DNR status and telling me to be prepared to make decisions and not one bloody brother was answering his phone. I had to send my son to get my Mom. He made it through the night and was stabilized enough to do his partial hip replacement (just the ball, not the socket). That was just over seven weeks ago. And in that seven weeks I've gotten my new hip and Mom has dislocated her hip three times. The final of the three hip surgeries is Wednesday, it's just past midnight, the final hip surgery is tomorrow. These two and soon three hip surgeries have drained the life out of me. I feel like a child if I complain, my surgery went well, pain hasn't been an issue, I get bicycling privileges back in two weeks but the emotional drain has been enormous.
Dad is still to fragile to be alone. They have hired a health care aide to be with him from ten at night till ten in the morning. I have the daytime/evening shift. It should be two weeks till Mom is home after her revision (the OS is sending her to a rehab facility after the hospital). I don't know what happens then.