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My Dad rebroke his ankle at the doctor’s office while getting an x-ray last Friday. Lost his balance while positioning his foot and fell. He originally broke it last November in a fall at home. Ended up spending a month plus in a rehab place for elderly people. This time, the doctor sent him home in a brace and said he’d be okay. I get him home, got him in his chair, although it was a struggle. Can barely walk. By 5 a.m., the pain is so bad we call an ambulance to take him to the clinic. No other way I could get him there by myself. Long story short, he’s back at the rehab place that he desperately wanted to avoid returning to. Getting surgery on Wednesday, who knows how long this stint will be. And now I find myself at the emergency pet clinic with his cat, who suddenly started wigging out and drooling/panting/peeing a couple hours ago. I’m afraid she is dying. I let the kids say goodbye as I left, just in case I’m right. This sucks.
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