So, I should have expected that things wouldn't go as planned when they arrived. Back in November we worked out dates (arriving just after kids' vacation started), then earlier this year we made the plan: Ajanta and Ellora caves (supposed to be some of the coolest temples in India) followed by some time in a S. India hill station. It was going to be great!
A couple days before getting here he and Glen went paragliding in South Korea (they stopped there on their way here) and there was a bit of a problem getting back to earth. A metal-frame greenhouse happened to be in the way and they must have hit it pretty hard, then dangled for awhile, held up by their lines. The Korean Drs gave him a penicillin-based antibiotic and sent him on his way.
He arrived at midnight on a Sunday in great spirits. By Monday morning he was in so much pain he could barely walk. A visit to the hospital Monday led to more penicillin-based antibiotics (at this point we didn't know what they'd given him in Korea), a diagnosis of a torn rotator cuff, and a request to admit him. But we had plans and talked the doctors out of admission. The next day I took him to a local lab for an MRI (shoulder pretty much completely obliterated), then the next day he was back to severe pain and was admitted to the hospital. Had surgery to remove necrotic (?) tissue a few days later. He stayed there until the last two nights of his trip, and unfortunately, I'd agreed to present at a Fulbright workshop (near the hill station we'd planned on going to) so I was gone for most of his hospital-free time.
We did manage to get my Mom out to Mysore for two nights, leaving him alone in Bangalore, and got in a little bit of tourism. But, wow. What a bummer of a holiday.....