Exactly. Last night they took my
father in hospital. Fallen
at home and fractured his leg.
Which, at the ripe age of eighty-six, however, not taken too well, not exactly the best. What
find good in all this? What
, increasing the misfortunes of those seem to me only yesterday already trifles.
UPDATE: The nice old man has just left the operating room, with a new head of the femur in real plastic. To obscure regulations
hospital, I still can not see it but I hailed by phone.
Now, the expected rehabilitation and a nice round of physiotherapy.
I always expect to see it collapse like a house of cards, fragile and thin it is ... but I hope that the worst is over.
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