Ugh; when it rains, it pours...
MIL called the house, very anxious and worried. "Apparently" (and I say this with respect; MIL is highly emotional and not all that good with details on her best days) a nurse told her that if she didn't sign papers to move my FIL to a nursing home, she was going to lose her house.
We assured her that the situation was not quite that serious. We were more concerned that Dad would indeed be moved and that she would have little time to process and prepare.
I called my Mom, a patient representative at a different hospital in MI. She also stated that there were a number of steps and options that exist as long as the patient has Medicaid, Medicare and/or other insurance. She also said that MIL needs to discuss these details with a patient advocate. Thankfully she offered to talk to my MIL and provide some support and details.
I followed up with Mom and learned that she fell sometime on Saturday night. Her knees and backside were causing her a lot of pain and she had a knot on her noggin. She was spending the day taking it easy, understandably.
MIL called mid-afternoon, after getting a call from the hospital. Dad woke up, wanted to know where he was and where the rest of us were. We had hoped for a sign - fearing he might be in a vegetative state - and we got what we needed. He's crabby and cranky; the usual, as far as I know.
Mom and MIL chatted and apparently things were looking up.
Patrick had a chance to talk to my FIL and says he sounds awful. My FIL is still retaining fluid, so we're a long way from "OK." We knew that, of course, but it was still hard to realize just how long this road might become. My FIL was too weak to hold the phone and it's hard to know what's really happening next.
Meanwhile, I got a text message from my Mom (gotta love her). She stopped in the ER (since she works at the hospital) to have her X-Rays taken on her knee. They ended up admitting her; fractured sacrum and two areas of "brain bleeds." Really? Does this have to happen now?!
You know what? It's going to take more than that to make me curl up and hide. But to be sure, I'm going to call my Dad and ask him to please wear his helmet 24-7.