I suppose stranger things have happened, but this is one for the books.
I have a nephew who lives with my elderly father. (Not Grandpa Larry, that is my husband's father). This arrangement has worked out splendidly for all concerned. My nephew has a nice place to live and my father has a companion and is able to continue to live in his own home.
So, last weekend, my nephew went camping. He got up in the dark and managed to step in a hole, fall down and break his ankle in three places. A really bad break. He had to be hospitalized and have surgery on the ankle, which involved various pins and plates. He is going to be laid up for quite some time.
My sister, (nephew's mother) was with him for the surgery. Late in the evening she returned to our dad's house where she planned to spend the night, as it was closer to the hospital where her son was. She came in the house and found Dad on the floor.
With a broken leg.
Dad had to be taken to the hospital and was there for a couple of days. Which is where I have been and the reason for no blog posts. He has now been released to a rehab center where he will stay for some time. He had so been looking forward to Thanksgiving, which was also his 90th birthday.
I am not sure what will happen when Dad is released to go home. With the two men laid up with broken legs and neither able to do much of anything unassisted, we are probably going to have to hire a nurse or take turns staying with them.
I think I will be glad when this year is over. I want a do-over.