10/10/05 I was amazed that my father lived through this hip fracture. The hospital was awful. The hip replacement was so poorly done that his gait was off forever after that. I forced him to do the exercise in rehab, and he actually got back to walking with a walker. The staff was amazed that he lived through it.
He had falled in the Hyatt, in Yonkers, and was found in front of the refrigerator on the floor. That was the second hip fracture - the first put him into nursing homes forever.
This second fracture meant he had to move from the Hyatt to a regular nursing home - in this case the Fairfield.
My father died peacefully on February 6, 2012. I had arrived a few hours before he died, so I had time to sit by him and talk and even moisten his lips with the long-promised scotch I had with me. I don't know if he heard me, but he smacked his lips from the scotch, My father had Alzheimer's and had donated his brain to the Alzheimer's study he'd been part of at Columbia Presbyterian Medical Center. I'll continue to post for a while.
Monday, October 10, 2005
dad taking a walk
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