@Summer smartest: My dad had to climb the herringbone ladder to light the new house on the day of the winter solstice, and he fell.
He twisted his ankle when he fell, and his calf was cut by the protruding tip of the ladder during the fall.
That night his feet were swollen like bread. Everyone persuaded him to go to the hospital to make a film. He said that if the fracture is not broken, I don't know in my heart? If I break the fracture, I will definitely not be able to walk. I was able to stand and walk, and then I went to set up the lights. I'm fine.
My mother was busy taking care of the children, and I couldn't persuade her, I went to work every day when I woke up, and when I came home like a cripple, we were too busy to take care of ourselves, and no one really brought it up to take care of him.
He limped to a normal life.
After 5 days, the edema and pain did not subside, he went grocery shopping and passed by a very inconspicuous bone injury clinic.
Fractured.
Fibula fracture.
There are two bones in the lower leg of a person, the thick one is the tibia, and next to the tibia there is a thin fibula called the fibula. The thin one is broken, not completely broken, and it is broken obliquely, just like when you break a disposable chopstick, but it is not completely broken, and the two broken ends are placed together tightly. My dad's bones were like that, broken, but not misaligned.
He is a 30-year-old diabetic, and his habits of manual labor for many years have made him unable to change his diet, so his blood sugar control is very poor, but he clearly knows that he can't go under surgery, otherwise people with poor blood sugar control will have bad wounds, infections, and ulcers. The moment he heard that he had broken his bones, he suddenly couldn't go.
That night, I asked my relatives to help buy a pair of crutches and send them to walk.
That night I looked for my dad video, I heard that he had a fracture, and taught him on the spot to control his blood sugar and recuperate later, but it was best to go to the hospital and prescribe some heparin to prevent venous thrombosis, and put heparin on it. When I was preaching, my dad impatiently pointed his phone at my son and said, don't talk about me, look at your son, miss your son?
I said that's it.
He seemed to ask casually: Do you miss me?
I understood what he meant, but it was a difficult question to answer. What do I rely on to express that I miss him? In one sentence? In short, it is difficult to answer.
Begin to continue to speak after a fracture.
He was very irritable, he didn't want to hear it, he was annoyed by me, and hung up.
Because he didn't want to have surgery, fortunately the fracture was not misplaced, as long as it was fixed and moved less, it would always recover, all I could do was to buy him a leg rest, he said no, just have crutches. I asked him to measure the size of his swollen leg now, but he didn't, he said he would go to the street and buy it himself, and it wouldn't cost me money, so the leg support could only be put on hold for the time being.
Later, on New Year's Day, I didn't go back because I had to go to work, my husband went back, and I was very irritable at home in Shanghai, and I kept posting on Weibo that day when I was mentally disordered. In the end, I didn't go anywhere, I didn't even watch a free movie at home, and the only thing that gave me some taste of New Year's Eve was that I ordered a spicy soup with pork and steamed buns. My husband went back for me to look at his feet, measured them, and ordered leg rests.
He said he didn't want to, but the next day he asked my husband if he missed a phone call just now, is it a courier for the leg rest, can you check the logistics.
It's been a month, he has always been a model worker, he can't lie down at home at all, and the decoration of his new home has to be managed, he still drives a tricycle on crutches, usually sitting, and his feet have not completely disappeared until now.
We rarely talk about his legs in videos now, and he doesn't mention it or me. The scab of the large lightning-like scar in the muscle area of his calf had only just formed, and the skin around him had turned black.
Finally, one day I couldn't help but ask him how his feet were, and he said that it was okay, but his feet were still swollen, but the skin on the top of his feet was a little flaky.
I asked him to prick the skin of his foot with that toothpick, and I asked him if he was numb? He said numbness.
From the moment he said hemp, neither of us spoke again.
I understand, he also understands, in fact, this is diabetic foot, the arterioles of people with a long course of diabetes are prone to lesion occlusion, only by strictly controlling blood sugar to control its development speed, usually exercise more, walk more, and promote the body to increase the occurrence of collateral circulation vessels. However, the immobilization and immobilization of a small fracture accelerated the course of his disease that approached the next few years.
A man who thinks that he is really working hard from scratch and has been "mixed well" all his life cannot face his aging and powerlessness, because when he was a young man, he suffered many injuries in the mines, and he only had to rely on his flesh and skin to be tamped and hard-working. Now a small fall broke a bone, and after the fracture accelerated the diabetic foot, he watched himself grow old and could not do anything.
There's nothing I can do about it.
His disease is a chronic disease, and the cumulative outcome of chronic diseases can only be controlled, and it is difficult to reverse. Especially in this kind of people with a long course of disease, in addition to controlling blood sugar and improving symptoms, they are unable to return to heaven.
I couldn't persuade him to go under the knife because he was afraid that the wound would not heal.
I also could not persuade him to come to Shanghai, because he had his life, and he came to me because he had disturbed my life and caused me trouble, and he also thought that I had disturbed his life and restricted his freedom.
Just like my classmate, her father was admitted to the ICU for the third time a month ago because of COPD combined with influenza A, and when he was discharged, the pneumonia was cured, the COPD was aggravated, and he was complicated by chronic type 2 respiratory failure. When her father was young, he was also a free man on a motorcycle, and now the family says that they want to buy medicine, go to a big hospital to have a look, and ask the buyer to use a ventilator and listen to nothing, and do everything against it.
I'm fine.
You don't have to worry about it.
You buy me and I'm in a hurry with you!
I don't need to, don't buy it, and I won't give you that trouble.
After listening to my classmates' complaints, I could only smile and say nothing else.
This kind of powerlessness is like watching your child not study well, not being able to get into any school, and will have to rely on selling coolies to survive in the future, but he also suffers from depression. Should you put down everything you have and your source of income to take care of him, or do you want to earn two more days to avoid being left empty in the future?
The difference between the elderly and children is that all the mental time and money invested for the children seems to have a round of sunrise, but for the elderly it is the opposite.
We talk to our parents about this situation, say this chicken soup, say that reason, I don't think it's easy to make, at present, except for the first prize of a two-color ball falling from the sky, I can't think of any solution to cure the symptoms and the root cause.