|The size of my entire garden...|
I have fractured my acetabulum.
Bed rest, a walker, possibly surgery with no guaranteed results, loss of work,and catastrophically staggering medical bills may well be my future. I'm not sure of my future, any part of it.
My son is trying to keep it together, but he is shook up, too. In his third semester in college he is just three credits from junior standing-- I don't want him to drop out to deal with this.
Faithful Companion has already bitten a substitute caregiver, Cinnamon doesn't understand what is happening. My son's dad is willing to take her indefinitely, but we could not connect all of our dots.
Strangely, I'm not in pain. Finding a comfortable sleeping position-- difficult does not describe it. Moving from place to place takes incredible forethought, strength of will and planning.
Out of the blue, perhaps not so much, Baby Boo and the Gardening Twins' parents--my brother and beautiful SIL have offered to take me in. Surprisingly, my rough and tumble sister in the Twin Cities and her companion offered to do the same, if needed.
You could say simply I broke my hip, but that's a bit too simplistic. The type of break is typically seen in motorcycle accidents, plane crashes, high speed crashes. There are typically lots of associated injuries. I have none of those. Twenty percent of those suffering this and the associated injuries and subsequent issues are dead within the year.
So if I seem to be talking to plants a bit less often, now you know why.