I was thinking I would write a nice entry today about the Fifth of July and how the days after holidays were often more interesting to me than the holidays themselves, but then this day got really interesting. You know, as in the ancient curse, "May you live in interesting times."
I woke this morning to the phone ringing. It was a friend down at Saguaro Christian, the church where I'm music director and my father is lay property manager. Apparently at the volunteer property workday this morning Dad was up on the roof working on prepping things for a fresh coat of sealer when he missed a step and fell off. Fortunately it was one of the lower roofs and he only broke his arm, but it could have been much worse.
He's been in the ER at St Joseph's most of the morning until they transferred him to the ER at University Medical Center. I'm not totally sure why they transferred him. It had something to do with him falling off a roof of more than ten feet, which somehow qualified him for a trauma designation. Since St Joseph's isn't a Trauma Center they couldn't do more than stabilize him, dope him up for the pain, and take some X-rays to see what he had done. If he had fallen from a shorter height they could have treated him there. But, since he was a special trauma patient he had to transfer to the trauma center at UMC.
Anyway, he's fine. He just got out of surgery to pin the arm back together. His blood chemistry and pulse, pressure, and respiration are all excellent, and he should be on the mend quickly.
My birdies went to their summer camp this afternoon. I'm boarding them with a friend while I'm off to Miami for the GALA conference. Sally (my Moluccan cockatoo) was all pensive as I left her with Shar. Joker (a yellow-naped Amazon) is excited to have a fresh audience for his clowning, and Dinero (a Nanday conure) is just squawky.
Of course, I'll be delaying my trip at least until Dad is stable. We should know better by tomorrow afternoon.
Interesting times. Feh.
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