We got to their apartment about five minutes after they did, with a bag full of lunch and dinner. And - oh, my goodness. They are *technicolor* - bruises and more bruises, and cuts and stitches. And they keep getting more bruises, too, as their soft tissue damage works its way up. But Mom is getting close to her old self. Dad is taking a little longer, but he's also eighteen years older, and while he's mostly healed, in some ways he's still recovering from last spring's congestive heart failure (they couldn't believe he actually had it in the hospital.) He's far, far, FAR too thin. So, he's sleeping a lot and sounding not great because he bruised a rib and broke his nose, so his breathing is a little labored.
Both are pretty wiped out.
I brought baked salmon plus Israeli, cucumber (with Equal) and potato salads for lunch, and my father-in-law showed more appetite than he has in months - that dreadful hospital food, you know? And both were starving for vegetables. I also brought a take-out barbecue chicken to be their dinner, and then I took her list grocery shopping, so they're set for a few days. And while they'd rather be in Margaretville, they're much happier being in their city apartment than in the hospital.
The car is completely crumpled - it's a Subaru, and designed to do that. That, the cage construction and the seatbelts made it possible for them to be walking around. We are so, so, so very grateful.
Current plans are for me to rent a car and drive them and us up to the country house just before Labor Day weekend so they can go to a bar mitzvah at their upstate shul and get things ready for the winter. It'll be a boring Shabbat for us because we won't drive or be driven, but it'll be fine. They'll put off any further decisions until spring.