The Good, the Bad and The ugly (Bob Update)

 

GOOD: the old sofa has gone to he dump, 

 the shoe, and bones that were revealed went off to the dump too

 

GOODER ... Sunday, Sept 14, My Daddy  got off the hospital bed, into the wheelchair, rolled himself out the sliding glass door onto the deck, transferred into the shower chair and got his first shower since he came home from rehab to hospital bed. Sponge baths and leave in shampoo for 7 weeks.

I followed them outside to watch Mama play Stature of Liberty holding the hose up like a shower and Daddy, gleefully shampooing and bathing. I pointed my nose to the door and Mama let me in. When Mama pushed daddy back into the house, Just To See if she Could, as they rolled into the living room they both started to laugh.

The BAD: Can you guess Why?

Mama calls me The good dog Gone Bad.
Ha hahahaha I had the front row seat to the view out the front window while they were outside.

Our life is a roller coaster, ups and downs and all around. On Monday, Sept 15
came The Ugly.

Daddy's Dementia is getting worse. Mama leaves the walker and the wheel chair parked against the wall, so daddy can't decide to walk. You see in his mind he Can Walk. To get from bed to sofa, he stands with a walker, carefully turns and down on the sofa. 2 steps, weak steps. Mama left the walker where it was and  was sitting on my love-seat 5 feet away, Daddy was on the sofa and suddenly he stood up, grabbed the walker and started to walk fast to end of bed, made the turn and Mama was shouting Bob STOP STAND STILL. Wait on me! while she struggled to get out from under her laptop and out of my love-seat.

She was too late and he crashed over backwards like a tree, down on his lower spine, and on his right arm. The right arm hit the wheel chair and now he has a five inch place under his arm near the arm pit that has no skin.

Due to blood thinners, he bled and bled and there was a lot to clean up.

Mama had to bandage the wound, and was so afraid he broke a bone.

Angel the PT was scheduled for a visit and when he came, and heard this story, he did all kinds of test. 

Stand up tall, hold on to the walker for 1 minute

get up and down 4 times off bed, put him through all kinds of test, because Mama said she was afraid he was lying about no pain because he is afraid of going to the hospital now. 

Angel said I think if he had pain and anything was broken, he would 

not be able to hide it. His vitals were good.

Mama is typing this at 4 in the morning, today and he has had a cup of coffee and went back to sleep. The nurse is coming this morning to check the wound and his vitals and give him a check up...

This could have been much uglier. Thank You Lord, it was not