State of the Papa
May. 24th, 2010 01:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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It's definitely a broken hip. Well, "splintered" was the word used, which does not fill me with sunshiny happy bubbles. He's 86 years old, and so a broken anything is Serious Business. The doctors are looking at surgery, but they want to run some tests first. He's had heart attacks before, so they want to assess the risks. :\ According to Doc #3 (seriously, I don't think he saw the same person twice), the life-span for a broken hip without surgery is about 6 months, due to complications/immobility/etc. Obviously, we're really hoping for the surgery, but realistically, it might not happen.
I won't know more until I visit him after work (assuming anyone even tells me this stuff—it's ridiculous the amount of things I'm still "protected" from knowing; hazard of being one of the youngest grandchildren). When I left last night (at around 1:15) he was pretty heavily drugged, and other than some nausea seemed to be doing well. The nurses were all very nice, even though I had to translate a lot. (I have no idea why. They would ask a question, Papa would look at me, I'd repeat it verbatim, he'd answer. Wash/Rinse/Repeat. This got interesting when the "are you abused" questions came around, because I couldn't help.)
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It's definitely a broken hip. Well, "splintered" was the word used, which does not fill me with sunshiny happy bubbles. He's 86 years old, and so a broken anything is Serious Business. The doctors are looking at surgery, but they want to run some tests first. He's had heart attacks before, so they want to assess the risks. :\ According to Doc #3 (seriously, I don't think he saw the same person twice), the life-span for a broken hip without surgery is about 6 months, due to complications/immobility/etc. Obviously, we're really hoping for the surgery, but realistically, it might not happen.
I won't know more until I visit him after work (assuming anyone even tells me this stuff—it's ridiculous the amount of things I'm still "protected" from knowing; hazard of being one of the youngest grandchildren). When I left last night (at around 1:15) he was pretty heavily drugged, and other than some nausea seemed to be doing well. The nurses were all very nice, even though I had to translate a lot. (I have no idea why. They would ask a question, Papa would look at me, I'd repeat it verbatim, he'd answer. Wash/Rinse/Repeat. This got interesting when the "are you abused" questions came around, because I couldn't help.)
Thank you all who've replied with hugs and kind words. My flist rocks. ♥
