Re: broken hips

[Guest guest]

Imo,

From a grad course on aging that I took about 20 years ago... the professor

said that it was common discussion in the med fields. Like the Chicken and Egg

question.

Some doctors believed that people fell because their hip bone simply broke,

and others said the hip broke because they fell. According to him, at the point

that most people have this happen, the strength of the hip bone is very frail,

so it is almost impossible to tell.

Dann

Imogene Ward wrote:

Hi all,

Where have I been?

I told a friend that A broken hip can occur on it's own. It does not

need to be from a fall. Sometimes when a person falls off a curb

etc., they say the fall broke the hip, when in fact many times the

fall is due to weak bones that cracked causing the fall Don hasn't

broken a hip, but he has been quite unsteady lately. He stays bruised

because of flailing his arms at night.

My Don is getting so terribly confused that I have to be with him

24/7. We are in the process of getting tile installed in our house,

and are sleeping on the floor. I got rid of my king bed, and now Don

is sleeping on his mattress and I sleep on the springs with some foam

rubber. It is so hard to crawl out of bed three or four times a night

to go to the bath room, and be woke up by Don that many times too.

I've had very little sleep for several days. This has to be done

because I am sick all the time from severe allergies. The Doctor said

I had to get rid of the carpet.

I have already bought the tile, and a bunch of the kids came over

yesterday and moved us out except the essentials to live. Two

recliners, a small table between us. A small table with the small TV

on it. My computer is now on a roll around small computer cabinet

that I bought when I lived for 4 years in a trailer. It can be rolled

out from room to room very easily. So, we are camping in the house.

Some friends and another son will take out the carpet, and vinyl,

then the tile man will tile one half of the house, and when it cures

in 24 hours, we can move everything into the tiled section while he

tiles the second half of the house. We even have a small refrigerator

and a micro wave to move into the back rooms while the front is being

tiled. The Freezer is large enough to hold about 6 Healthy Choice

meals.

We'll have to sponge bathe for two days, but that's alright. Stupid

me, I put ten dresser drawers in the new shower, because the dresser

couldn't be lifted with them. Now, I don't have but one shower, and

can't use it while it is being tiled. We'll still have the toilet and

a sink in the other bath for two days.I've done a lot of camping in

my younger days, but I'm not young anymore.

So there you have what is going on here, except for Don. All of this

has left him scrambled. My daughter asked me to please keep him out

of the way. He stands in the way even when I asked him to move. He

said I'm out of the way, and stood right in the middle of the hall

while the kids were coming through with a piece of furniture. So, I

asked him to come into the next room and sit with me as I wasn't

feeling well, and he came very nicely. I kept him there the rest of

the afternoon.

I asked him to butter some biscuits to go with some soup my daughter

had brought over. He did, and had them on the griddle to warm, except

he used Mayonnaise. And Gobs of it at that. I caught what he had done

just in time. I scraped it all off and then buttered the biscuits.

I wasn't scooping poop, or scooping trash from the toilet ( I laughed

my silly head off, except at the time it wasn't funny Dear Carol) I

did clean soiled underwear, and do have to give him everything he

eats. He fights with the house key and I am glad. I knew a time would

come that he couldn't open the door. The problem is he hands me HIS

key and tells me to try the lock. It works every time.

Our car alarm went off last night and woke our neighbors at one, at

four and at six. They called and told me. We didn't hear it at all

because we were in the back bedroom. Things like that is just part of

the game of being swamped. I told Don and he said yeah, I heard the

machine or what ever that thing is that makes music. He pointed to

the place where the CD player used to be. That is the way he is

talking lately. He is very confused.

I love you all, and please forgive my typing. I am some tired.

Love a lot, because I need it, (smile)

Imogenew