fixerupper
Well-known Member
Whew, I think a whole year's worth of stress happened this week. Monday morning, son calls and said he's stuck with the feed truck at a hog site. Dropped the front axle off the gravel and into the mud. Trailer's empty but can't back out. I grabbed the tow strap and headed that way while a friend came with his 3/4 ton pickup to try pulling him out. Hooked the strap to the back of the truck and to the pickup, friend gives the strap some slack and floors the pickup. When the strap tightened the clevis on the pickup hitch spread and the clevis launched into the back of the feed trailer making a dent I couldn't make with a sledge hammer. Another feed truck came and pulled him out. Fast forward a few hours and son calls and said dad fell hard on the cement at the farm. Got to bed at 2:00 the next morning after six hours in the ER. Dad went through surgery to plate the broken leg fine but it's STRESSFUL. Then the search for a nursing home came, which we finalized this afternoon. This morning a neighbor called and told me the $3000.00 air compressor on my trailer fell off on the road when he was pulling the trailer at 60 MPH. Then son's driver called him and told him he blew the 2" hydraulic return hose on the feed trailer and he was sitting at a hog site half unloaded. Son's wife called and asked if we could watch their 3 year old son while she took the ten year old granddaughter to the doctor because her injured knee was so sore she couldn't walk on it. I was interviewing a nursing home with Marilyn and an antsy grandson entertaining the residents but by then I was trying VERY hard to be a gentleman. My sis arrived and we toured the nursing home dad is going to and chose a room. Tomorrow he goes to the nursing home and tonight I just feel like I'm deserting my son and walking away from him tomorrow. The nursing home is only temporary. He can't walk on that leg for six weeks so he will be home by mid-summer if all goes well, but I still feel like I'm deserting my helpless dad by leaving him in the nursing home. His mind is sharp and he makes friends easily so he'll be OK, but still--------. My oldest granddaughter graduates from high school this weekend and it will be a toughie because her mother, our daughter, isn't alive to be there. (sigh) Anyway, sometimes telling my thoughts to someone else is good therapy. Thanks for listening. Jim