"My father"

I recieved a phone call from my mum to let me know my dad had had a fall on the ice. A lovely man had come out of his house and told my mum what had happened and said he'd called an ambulance. My mother couldn't make it to my dad as the pavements were so icy. I drove to my mothers to pick up some clothes and drove to hospital. My dad had not long arrived and I was told by the staff I would get into see my dad once he'd been assessed. Unfortunately I had to leave so my brother waited and saw my dad in due course and went up to his room he had been given on the orthopedic ward. My dad was taken for surgery the next day to give him a new hip. All went well and the next day, my dad was able to get out of bed and to a chair. He was moved twice during his stay to make way for other emergencies but was kept informed at every stage. For what can be a busy time of the year the staff involved were great. The surgeon, doctors, nurses and everyone else who came into contact with my dad. There was many more. My dad got home  just 4 days after admission and is doing well under the watchful eye of my mum. Thanks to all staff involved with my dads care.  

One thing that could be improved, in my dads words; more rice crispies!