June 21.2019 It was the first day that my brother and his wife were here from Germany. I woke my husband around 8 am so that we could all begin the day together. I helped him sit up and told him to sit on the edge of bed for a minute. The next thing I heard was a crash and my husband was on the floor unable to move. I called the fire department to take him to the hospital, he had broken his hip. Two days later they operated and put two Titanium rods in his hip. Three days later he was in the nursing home for rehabilitation.
61 days later he was dismissed because we were told that he had reached a plateau.
I asked the he be sent home so that I could take care of him, it was the worst three days of my life. The first night he bellowed Kaaaaaariiiiin, Heeeelp, Kaaaaariiiin, Heeelp, all night long. I had bought a hospital bed for him and the second night he rattled the sidebars all night long, same thing the third night.
On the fourth day I had to drive him to the doctor for her to grant us home health so he could have physical therapy. The doctor did not speak to my husband, she spoke at him. "Look at him, he is 98 he can die any minute, he had a broken hip, prostate cancer etc. He belongs in hospice, look at him he's 98." I finally told her I treated our dog better, she interpreted that I was not ready to deal with reality and consented to send im to ER. I noticed that during her barrage of humiliating words, he shrunk in his wheelchair.
A friend and I took him to ER and we were told they'd keep him because he had a UTI. They kept him for a week on three different antibiotics interveniously On August 30. our 39th wedding anniversary they wanted to send him home. I had contacted a memory
care center to see if they could take him, yes on Wednesday or Thursday, it was th day before Labor day and they wanted their patients gone. The memory care center took him in and readied a room. They had a bed for him and the next day we brought his hospital bed from home. My daughter installed it and bought him a chair and a tv.
Our 39th Anniversary was a sad day and I felt broken. I went home and sat down, looked around me and thought, I'll never cook for him, never yell for him to turn his TV down, life is over and I am paralyzed and afraid.
