He fell smack dab on his right hip, the one that was replaced three years ago. It didn't feel right.
I was hoping for a bad bruise when I met up with him in the ER. Unfortunately, it was a fracture.
So he got a second ambulance ride to the big hospital where his replacement had originally been done. Spent the night there. They were going to do surgery first thing this morning, but then they decided to try him in a hip immobilizer instead.
It is quite the contraption. He will be pretty immobile for a while, that's for sure.
But we are home tonight, so that is good. He isn't in that bad of pain as long as he doesn't put weight on it, and he's not supposed to. We dug out the crutches and walker. Of course, we live in a two-story house with a closet-sized half bath on the main floor. But we will manage. We've done this before.
Prior to the fateful phone call, I enjoyed a lovely walk with my sister on Wednesday along the marsh. Temps were in the upper 70s—very unusual for March weather in the Badger State, but I'll take it.
I'll be back tomorrow with that finish.