Granny Got A Brand-new Hip
My 93-year-old grandmother had her hip replaced on Monday because she wants to ride again. It’s been three years since she could sit a horse, and since riding is her greatest joy, she willingly went in and let them, well, cut her leg off and put it back on again. (Although my cousin Jason tells me that her old horse, Ben, died last month. He swears he’s not buying her a new horse, but I have a hunch there will be one in that barn soon.) And since she’s 93, they didn’t want to risk putting her under, so they did it with just an epidural. An epidural! That means she was conscious — which I have to say, really kind of freaks me out. May I be so brave. Tough old bird, that one.
So, she comes out of surgery Monday evening, and she wasn’t supposed to have anything to eat or drink, in case of complications I suppose. But did this stop her? No — she demanded cake. I want cake! she said. And because she is my very formidable grandmother, they brought her cake, and ice cream. Because what’s not to celebrate when you’re 93 and just got a new hip and the surgery went well.
As we like to say here at LivingSmall — Everybody likes cake!
