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Thursday, February 18, 2010

"... a bit of a tumble"

As I was walking into a meeting at work yesterday, my cell phone started playing the theme to the Carol Burnett Show, telling me it was either my mom or dad calling. 

I looked at the display and recognized my dad's number.  As I am sometimes forced to do, I answered the phone with, "Hi dad, I'm kinda in the middle of something, is it anything urgent or can I get back to you later?"

My dad said, "Well, yes, a little bit... mom took a bit of a tumble."

I didn't have a clue what that meant, and my department head was glaring at me from inside the conference room, so I said, "Um, is she okay?"  To which he responded, "Not really... she broke her hip."

With that, I made the pinkie-in-the-mouth-and-thumb-in-the-ear 'I'll call you' sign to my department head and headed back to my office to get the full story.

It turns out she and my dad were at their doctor's office and the rubber soles on my mom's new boots caught on the tile floors and she tripped. 

I guess if you have to trip and break your hip, the medical center is as good a place as any to do it.  Within seconds she was surrounded by medical personnel, assessed, immobilized, taken to have an X-Ray and told that an ambulance was on the way.

It turns out she'll need a full hip replacement (you can Google it if you like details) and has been admitted to Hadassah hospital on Mount Scopus waiting for an operating room to open up. 

Yes, she's been waiting for more than a day for the surgery... but since her condition isn't technically emergent, she is sandwiched between the life & death cases and the surgeries that were booked months in advance.

The good news is that the head of the department (the head of the Joint Replacement department, not mine!) is going to do her surgery, so I'm not inclined be a pest and complain about the wait. 

For the time being, my mom is well medicated, has my dad to keep her company... and seems to be in good spirits (or as good as one's spirits can be while waiting to have major surgery).

Definition of major surgery:  Any operation that you or a loved one has to undergo.

Definition of minor surgery:  Any operation that someone else has to have.

Posted by David Bogner on February 18, 2010 | Permalink


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Refuah Shleimah to your mom. So scary when these things happen, but BH she is in good hands.

Posted by: Hadassah | Feb 18, 2010 6:47:22 PM

Refuah Sheleima Bekarov!

Posted by: G6 | Feb 18, 2010 7:38:35 PM

Oh goodness, your poor mum! But thank God she is in a place with a good medical service. Sending lots of good wishes.

Posted by: Noa | Feb 18, 2010 7:50:39 PM

I had heard from your sister about this fall.
our thoughts are with her.
I also here you've got a bit of dog sitting going on :).

Posted by: weese | Feb 18, 2010 8:06:10 PM

David, refuah shlemah u-mehirah to your mom!

Posted by: Rahel | Feb 18, 2010 8:53:51 PM

Refuah Sheleima to your mom!

Posted by: Tehillah | Feb 18, 2010 9:33:53 PM

Refuah Sheleima to your mom!

Posted by: LakewoodFallingDown | Feb 18, 2010 9:42:16 PM

Refuah Shlemah bekarov to your mom!

Posted by: Mark | Feb 18, 2010 11:13:04 PM

Refuah shlema to your mom. And lots of koach to your father.

Posted by: annie | Feb 19, 2010 12:02:09 AM

Refuah sheleima!

Posted by: At The Back of the Hill | Feb 19, 2010 12:35:17 AM

I also here you've got a bit of dog sitting going on

Oh, Weese! I am snortling with laughter from the sheer brilliance of your understatement! Thanks for a well-need, much-appreciated laugh! Mwah! :-D

Posted by: zahava | Feb 19, 2010 1:32:38 AM

refu'ah sheleimah b'karov and exactly how many dogs do you have?

Posted by: Leah Weiss Caruso | Feb 19, 2010 2:50:10 AM

LWC: We have our two... And my in-laws two... They are sweet dogs, but much in the way that when you go from one child to two children the laundry seems to take on exponential qualities.... :-P

To say we are knee-deep in fur... a bit of an understatement... Particularly since we are going through unseasonably warm weather and hounds seem to think they no longer need their winter coats.....

Posted by: zahava | Feb 19, 2010 9:45:28 AM

Refuah Shleimah to your mom.

Posted by: Jack | Feb 19, 2010 10:39:06 AM

Oh. My. 4 dogs????? Do they get along? I often have my niece and nephew in addition to my 3, but 5 kids seems like a cake walk compared to 4 dogs. And less hair.

Posted by: Leah Weiss Caruso | Feb 26, 2010 5:26:21 AM

I'm way behind here and just read this today. I hope I'll hear better news as I continue reading/catching up! I'll put a r'fuah shlema out there now.

Posted by: Alissa | Mar 4, 2010 7:47:36 PM

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