Warning: Icky-ness Ahead

Dad had knee replacement a week ago last Thursday. He was supposed to be in the hospital only for a couple of days, but it stretched into a full seven days. He was flaky and nauseous from the morphine at first, so they wanted to keep him an extra day. During that Saturday night Mom got up to help him (she was spending the night) and nearly passed out. After several hours in the ER, she was admitted and monitored, but they didn't really find anything. On Sunday, Dad needed some blood so they decided to keep him another day. Mom went home that night. During the night, thinking he was dreaming, Dad got up and walked to the door of his room where he fell, breaking open his entire incision. He then proceeded to crawl down the hall on his open knee. I can't even think about that part. Finally someone saw him. Fortunately, he doesn't remember much of it, or he remembers it as part of the dream. Long story short, he had to have more surgery to repair and clean and clean and clean it. Then he needed more blood and another surgery to insert a port in his chest so that he could have at-home antibiotics for the next six weeks. He went home on Wednesday. We have a regular Saturday night dinner at Steak n' Shake, and he wanted to go tonight. He can put full weight on his leg (better than me), so we tried it. I got there first, crutched in, and got seated at a table. Then they arrived, with Dad moving right along with his walker. So we had our own little handicapped section. We were supposed to get freezing rain this afternoon, but it held off (might even miss us all together) so that was good. No telling what kind of acrobatics might have ensued if we had had ice. Last week I skipped Steak n' Shake all together because we had ice then, too.