Well, this is a major bummer. It turns out Grandpa broke his leg.
Saturday was the big day to get him moved into a little cottage near us, and when he was getting out of the moving truck, he stepped down kind of hard on his right leg, due to it being a big step down. And he fractured his leg! He didn't even fall down. I tell you old people's bones are like egg shells.
Immediately, he said he was unable to walk. After much debate standing out in the front of our house--should we call the paramedics? Was it just a strain? Had he torn a ligament? I ran in and got one of my dining room chairs, which Grandpa sat down in, right there in the front yard, claiming he would just sit out there all night because he couldn't walk. Somehow my husband and I got him into our house (with the help of my sewing chair, which has wheels!). He said his leg hurt, but didn't seem in real pain, so we put an ice pack on his leg and gave him ibuprofen. He just would not try to walk. My husband and I got him into bed for the night but none of us got much sleep. Sunday was Easter and even though we tried to talk him into going to Urgent Care, he didn't want to due to it being a holiday. The swelling was down and the pain was better, but he still said he couldn't walk.
So, first thing Monday morning, we put him in the car (don't ask how that went), and drove him to his doctor. After xrays, the doctor announced that Grandpa had fractured his femur. What a shock that was! I have heard of that happening to other people. One family I knew had a kid fall at the playground, and went for a couple of days at home with a broken bone that no one diagnosed. I always thought that would be impossible to not know! But there you are, it happened to us.
So, he is having surgery on the leg today, which involes putting a pin or a plate or something in, and then will be in a skilled nursing center for six to eight weeks.
He never even got to set foot into his new house! I told him this was a desperate attempt to get out of doing all the unpacking.