We just got home from a flying, middle of the night, trip to NM on Sunday. DH's dad ended up in the hospital with what they misdiagnosed as pancreatitis. What a mess.
The good news, he doesn't have pancreatitis. The bad news, if I could get a hold of the nincompoops at the ER there would be a body count.
FIL originally went to the ER for a nosebleed that wouldn't stop and now has three broken ribs from falling out of the hospital bed after being given a sleeping pill. They forgot to put the rails up. Whoops!
Right now he's still in the hospital, but should be released tomorrow to the nursing home for rehab. MIL is also going to the nursing home so she can get the care she needs.
We've had more ups and downs this week than a turkey has tail feathers.
Personally, I've seen more of my FIL's body than I ever wanted to see, worn the same socks for 3 days straight, changed clothes in the hospital parking lot at 4 AM while dodging the security guy and slept in the back seat of my car.
That housecleaning stuff I talked about earlier. Yeah, it didn't happen. In fact I came home to cat puke in the kitchen, dining room, and bathroom. I'm so glad to be home.