My Timex watch

Just when things are sailing along smoothly, something comes along to tump you in the water.

Daddy fell Tuesday, the day after his 85th birthday, and fractured the neck of his right femur, ie, he broke his hip. A stint in the local ER, a ride in an ambulance to the hospital where the orthopedist works, surgery delayed until yesterday evening, and he is finally fixed again.

The procedure consisted of replacing the ball of the femur. Think Chuppa pop here: the stick was hammered into his bone and glued. The surgeon said Daddy's musculature was remarkable for a man his age. I was impressed with that in particular, given that he was been basically inactive (bed to table to bed) for a year. Sheesh! He must have been something a year ago.

So now we do rehab and therapy and get him going again. I've thought of him as the Eveready Bunny, "going and going", but now I think the better comparison is to a Timex watch. Remember that slogan? "Takes a lickin' and keeps on tickin.'"

Yessir, that's Daddy.