The Joke's on Me

I thought I was so clever whining about the hard times I thought I had been having with Daddio in yesterday's post. Little did I know then that things were going to get even crazier.

At that time I was talking about how much of an issue it has been to get the old guy a hospital bed for the house. His mobility is limited so we needed some help getting him up and down. I fought for two weeks with doctors and Medicare to get it all taken care of only to have him tell me that he hated it. That's after I had turned the house upside to make room for it. I was not amused.

Then, yesterday morning when I went to to pick him up for his swim therapy at the pool, I found him stuck in the bed (not the new hospital bed, but another one) with a dislocated hip. All from bending over to put on his socks-just like he is doing in the photo I took of him in the new bed last week. He has two artificial hips so bending over is a no no. He never uses his little sock gadget or waits for help to arrive so he is always an accident waiting to happen. Once again he took a ride in an ambulance and once again I spent the day in the hospital staring at all the beeping machines. Only this time I never touched the knitting I brought along because my brain just wouldn't let me. I wish I could say that all this was an April Fool's joke but I'm not laughing-except for the part where he had to spend the day in the hospital wearing only his bathing suit and socks. That was kind of funny.