Posted by: DD | March 8, 2009

DAD

A couple days ago, as I was feeding ZGirl’s first bottle of the day, I heard my husband’s cell ring and he answered. Since I was in ZGirl’s room and he was in the kitchen, I could only hear the mumblemumblemumble of a one-sided conversation typical of a phone exchange, which went on for several minutes.

ZGirl was almost finished with her bottle and when it was gone, so was I, or I had hoped. I had made plans to take a trip to The Metro to get out of Dodge, so to speak. The mumblemumblemumble of the conversation became louder as Mr. DD walked towards and then into ZGirl’s room. He paused and said, “Your dad’s in the hospital,” and then he continued the alternate speaking/listening on the phone.

I sat agape at him with a million questions even though in my head I was like, “Dang. I guess I won’t be going to The Metro now,” (selfish, much?). I could hear my brother on the other end of the phone. Soon, Mr. DD and I traded, baby for the phone, and my brother began the story again.

Dad was out petting the horses in the early afternoon and while doing so, one of them smashed their head into my dad’s face. While he doesn’t think so, my brother believes that he was probably knocked out for a bit. My dad ended up on the ground (a good stiff wind would knock his 80 yr old slight frame down) and unable to get up. He crawled 200 yards plus to the house, got out of his over’alls, and went to lay on the couch.

My mother, who arrived home after work, didn’t go into the house but went to help my brother instead with the cattle. When she finally got into the house at 8:30, there was my dad, in the same spot for the past few hours. He said that he might have to go to the hospital. My brother was called to the house and he took the reins and called 911.

My dad suffered a fracture to the hip socket. Besides trying to manage the pain and keep him as mobile as possible to reduce the risks of clots, there’s nothing really they can do. As part of the routine work-up, a chest xray revealed a small mass on one of his lungs. They will rule out TB and then refer him to a pulmonologist. Yes, my dad is a smoker. Rolls his own, in fact, so what little protection filters were ever designed to do, was – and is – nonexistent.

Almost three days later, watching him writhe in pain in the hospital bed when the nursing staff put on his socks, I marvel that he was able to get from the pasture to the house – and on his hands and knees. Only a stubborn, old coot would be able to do something like that, and my dad is the most stubborn, the oldest, and the cootiest of all. It has served him well.

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  1. Oh DD. Watching a parent age and become frail is such a cruel part of life.

    Tell your dad that I am impressed by his cootiness. They don’t make ’em like that any more.

    (Your term of coot not cootie–just to make myself clear, I don’t think your dad as cooties 🙂

    If he is as stubborn as he is cooty, he will probably tell them to shove the xray..am I right?

  2. Your dad is my hero. I’m sending him healing vibes and hopes of morphine.

    Hang in there, DD.

  3. They don’t make ’em like they used to…picture anyone your age crawling anywhere after fracturing a hip. Can’t do it, can you? I hope your dad is feeling better soon.

  4. Oh, DD.

    Oh my.

    Your Dad is damn tough. Hoping the lung thing is nothing.

    Scary times.

    xx

    J

  5. I have an old coot for a father myself. They don’t make them like that now do they?

    How it all ends well, and better. But if he’s like my Dad, you’ll need to tell him not to slap the horse when he’s better. 🙂

  6. Holy crap, that is one tough man.

    I hope he is mending well.

  7. get well soon DD’s dad!

  8. Oh DD… I’m sorry. Seeing a parent in the hospital no matter what their age is hard. Sending healing vibes your dads way and praying that the lung thing is nothing.

    He definitely sounds like a very determined man… I can see where you get your determination from 🙂

  9. That’s one tough ol’ bird. Hopefully he’s a quick healer too.

  10. DD, I so hope things go well…quickly!

  11. I hope he heals quickly.

  12. Damn girl!! I hope he gets better fast!! I have a grandfather like your dad… they are fiesty aren’t they??

    Hugs sweetie,
    Rebel

  13. Just checking in. Hope your dad heals in no time!

    {{hugs}} to you

  14. How scary! Hope everything works out and your dad is home and well soon.

  15. Sigh. Those phone calls scare the living shit out of me.

    Hope he’s feeling better. I can imagine my Dad doing the same thing (tough guys… our Dads).

  16. Oh dear, I’m sorry about your Dad. Eighty! He’s going to have a tough time dealing with how this will change his life, won’t he? I mean, he’ll heal, but at his age not as perfectly as a young guy and he may not be the ranch hand anymore.
    Poor him, poor you. I’m here for you babe.

  17. Thank god for stubborness. Here’s wishing your dad a speedy recovery!

  18. My Dad (a midwestern dairy farmer) is a tough old coot like that too. Must be something about that generation and/or way of life.

    Hoping that his hip heals quickly and the mass turns out to be something minor. If that’s possible.

  19. Oh wow, that sucks. My grandmother broke her hip recently and has recovered great. It’s amazing what they can do now.

  20. Oh that sucks. I am so sorry. For you losing time away, and for your dad’s suffering. Poor old coot! But having known many, they recover quicker than most. 🙂

    Good Luck!
    Sarah

  21. Poor Dad. He’ll be on his Coot-y feet again in no time.

  22. Wow. Crawled all the way into the house?! That takes a real stubborn old coot!

  23. Ouch. Just get well soon to him.

  24. Old coot, indeed. I hope he recovers soon.

  25. What a tough old dude! I feel terrible imagining that day for him. May his toughness keep him safe as he heals.

  26. DD, so sorry to hear about your dad. In my line of work, I notice that old farmers and farmers wives are the sturdiest, stubbornest and stoutest of patients. Amazing he was able to do that. Hope he does well and hope that the nodule turns out to be benign.

  27. I meant to comment on this via Twitter after it happened. I hope your Dad is doing better now, though I don’t doubt he isn’t given his obvious tendency to be a bad ass.

  28. Don’t doubt he is? I can’t even figure it out.

  29. I hope he’s feeling better by now?? (I’m a bit behind in my reading)….any results?

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