Bob fell last night and as stroke people do when hurt or sick, became disoriented and confused and was unable to respond well.
I have worked just a tiny bit with him on taking steps with no cane at all, and walking toward me as I held out my hands incase he stumbled. They are like Frankenstein steps. Well, guess who KNOWS not to do that alone, and got back in his room and decided he would? So when I hear him call for help, I run in there and one of the things I notice is his office chair is on one side of the room and he is on the floor on the other. Also the top of his head is scratched up from grazing the desk as he went down. After much struggle to communicate, he confessed that he had already made it 2 times and got away with it, before falling on the 3rd time. I thought if I take him to the hospital now, just because he can't talk well and answer questions, they will run every test in the world on him and move him around hurting him for a million different x-rays. So, since he wasn't in horrible pain, I didn't. I couldn't get him up and called a friend to help. I got him in bed, and in 2 hours, he was over the trama and back to more himself, which is still hard to communicate with, because of his aphasia. Before he had pointed at everything as hurting, but now, just the top of his leg in front, where it meets the body. He also had trouble bearing weight on it. I recognized this as symptoms that a broken hip may present. Also has quite an ugly bruise and swelling on his upper hip that he landed on, toward the back. So, today I took him in for an x-ray.
A broken hip can permanently change the life of a healthy person, but for him, it could have been the end of his being at home. I spent the night in terror that it might be the last night he slept in his own bed, and fearing the loss of even our 'new normal' that we have now. I am so thankful to report that it is not fractured, and they said if it continues to be a problen, he should see an orthopedic doc.... whew... so tired....
He is still having trouble putting any weight on that side.
When I was registering him at the hospital, the girl said, Happy Valentines day, and I sure didn't feel like it was. But once I got the results, I felt perhaps I got a happy one after all