To write about today, I have to start with last night. As Dad was all ready for bed and sitting on the edge; he braced himself with his right arm and began to lie down. Yikes - something popped. He thinks he dislocated his shoulder. He was in terrible pain. Jon was staying with him and tried to make him comfortable. He came to get Dave, and between the two of them they were finally able to get Dad's arm immobilized and Dad lying down for the evening. At midnight. Or so they thought. Dad was up again at 3 AM and again later. When I went over at 7:30, both Dad and Jon were awake and we moved Dad this way and that way, trying to get him comfortable enough to sleep a couple more hours. I went home for my shower, and when I returned, they were both at the breakfast table, having given up on sleep. They were drinking coffee. It wasn't decaf.
Dad spent the rest of the day in the Big Blue Chair. Thank goodness for football (and a win by the Falcons). He ate his meals there and finally napped in the late afternoon. He should be tired tonight. Dave made empanadas for dinner, Jon made a key lime pie for dessert, and I served up the colace and milk of magnesia.
Chad stopped by and after feeling Dad's shoulder, thinks it is not dislocated, though considering the pain, it may have fractured. He brought Dad a sling for his arm and an ace bandage to wrap it up to keep it close to his chest. We have an appointment with an orthopedist tomorrow, then we see the radiologist and the retina specialist on Tuesday.
Dad wants to go to bed, so it's time to quit for now. I will try to write after the appointment tomorrow.
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