I was just thinking about the ordeal I’ve been going through since Sept. 19.
On that date, I suffered a fall that resulted in a broken hip. I know most of my readers are already aware of that. The fall occurred in the home of my brother-in-law, Art Truman, in Owensboro.
I was taken by ambulance to the Owensboro Hospital where they did an x-ray and determined my hip was broken. They wanted to do immediate surgery, but I insisted that if I was to have surgery it would be in Richmond. They brought me here by ambulance, arriving in the wee hours of the morning Sept. 20. Surgery to repair the hip was done late afternoon on the 20th.
I spent four days in Baptist Health Richmond and was then transferred to Telford Terrace for rehab. I spent 41 days at Telford for therapy of various kinds.
I can’t imagine a finer place for the care I needed, the therapists, nurses, etc., were all wonderful. I would give Telford an unqualified recommendation.
On Dec. 4, I was released to my home where I was under extremely strict orders. Therapists and nurses came to my home to treat me. I was ordered not to step a foot out of the house without permission. I was finally dismissed March 4, and that day I went to a political meeting and had two doctor’s appointments.
I can’t tell you what it is like to be a prisoner in your own home. I’ll probably find places to go and things to do just to get out of the house.
Although I had excellent caregivers, the main and most important one is my precious wife Nancie. This may actually have been harder on her than it has been on me. It has been extremely difficult for me to get out of my recliner where I spent most of every day.
She brought things to me, picked up things I dropped and couldn’t reach, and of course, she provided me with wonderful meals.
I was amazed at the number of people who visited me during this entire ordeal. Some brought flowers and some brought food. It reminded me again of how precious and important friends are.
One thing happened that gave us joy. A beautiful orange cat appeared in our back yard. He stayed around until Nancie could stand it no longer, and she began to feed and pet him. Now he spends more time in the house than he does outside.
We ran an ad in the paper, hoping his owners would call. We had three calls, but none were fruitful. We’ve grown to love him.
On Thursday night, March 6, Nancie let him out as she always did. He would usually stay out for 20 to 30 minutes. This night, he was out for four and a half hours. Nancie was absolutely beside herself. She went out in the darkness to look for him several times. She was imagining the worst.
Finally, when he arrived at the back door, I wish you could have seen the joy in Nancie’s eyes. He is well fed, and very sweet. Surely, he is not just a stray.
Now, to answer the original question, the answer is: NO! The ordeal is far from over. There is still a long way to go. I hope to finally get to the place where I can function without a walker or cane. Please remember me in your prayers.
The natural resource that was discovered in 1917 near Hazard in Perry County was coal.
In 1987, what new name was given to those who watched TV for long periods?
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
The advantage of exercising every day is that you’ll die healthier.