Upgrade(?) to mildly upset, grandma's not likely to need surgery according to the bone doctor... even after a second fall onto the same side this morning. Two fractures near the ball socket, but specific condition's such that surgery isn't likely to produce any better results in terms of restored range of motion and whatnot than not surgery. Basically everything about the situation sucks, and while she's sorta' trying to cooperate she also thought she broke her shoulder a week ago at one point this afternoon (it was less than 48 hours ago), so... yeah. Yeah. It's now gone from "she could sorta' keep an eye on her husband while other house people did things like, y'know, sleep" to "she can't even safely stand under her own power right now, nevermind herd a person with fairly advanced dementia that outweighs her by like 30-40 pounds".
Anyway, upshot is my day started at 7 this morning and it hasn't stopped until basically now, when family came to take over keeping an eye on folks for the night.
Frumple is wildly exhausted right now and most of my extremities + my spine would like to cordially remind me they fucking hate me and want me to die. I am not healthy enough to be doing this, and my basically everything is currently reminding me of that. Plus my grandmother has a broken shoulder. So, like. I'd like to check out and go home now, or at least to sleep for a little while or something.