My dad’s in the hospital.
He had a seizure last night and my aunt didn’t call 911 because “she’s a nurse” so she waited until 2 PM today to call my sister saying he hadn’t been talking.
Then my sister rushed over to find he’s not only not talking, but he doesn’t know her. That’s never happened before.
So now he’s in the hospital and I feel helpless so far away…
And angry. I found out about it on Facebook.
Update: Thank you so much for the prayers and thoughts, sweet friends. Didn’t get any sleep last night. Apparently dad has pneumonia and in his state of slight dementia couldn’t relay his symptoms to my aunt and the dr said she wouldn’t have noticed. It’s very subtle in elderly his age/state.
His blood pressure had soared and he was in a state of confusion. They put a catheter in and he fought, kicked a nurse in the head and was cursing. Two male nurses had to hold him down. Scared my sister to death. They said it hurt because he has an enlarged prostate. It makes me so sad for confused elderly to have to be hospitalized and scared.
Anyway, this morning dad spoke and called my sister Janice (my aunt’s name – she’s 80). Michelle told him she was Michelle and he laughed and remembered her name a bit later. I hope he pulls through. I plan to make a quick trip up there when he’s out of the hospital. Nothing I can do right now.
Making him a video to tell him I “wish I had it all on the end of my nose” like he always told us growing up. And of course, that I love him so much. I’m 42 and my dad is an older dad, but I will never be ready for him to leave…
Update: I talked to my sister just now. She said my aunt was told by the doctor that he would have little seizures and just to make sure he wasn’t biting his tongue, etc. Call the dr the next day if needed, etc. So she was doing what they told her to do. I still would have called 911 but I’m not going to be angry at her.
Dad nodded and smiled slightly when Michelle told him I loved him. They said he may have pneumonia or something else – running more tests but she said this morning he looked much better. His eyes, etc. He said yes when she asked if he wanted to watch TV.
Update: Turns out they did NOT check his dilantin levels like they said they had so they are now. He’s now fighting mad and verbal – he doesn’t like the catheter or being tied down to prevent him from pulling the catheter out (he already did once today). He knows who she is and who I am. I talked to him a couple of times today and he sounded so happy to talk to me but I could hear him arguing before long – he wants to get up out of bed and be able to go to the bathroom on his own so he fluctuates between begging my sister to untie his hands and demanding it.
It’s taking its toll on her emotionally so I’m trying to support from here. I told her to call me anytime and I distract him and tell him to calm down and take a nap. I keep sending videos of me talking to my sister’s cell phone and she plays them for dad. He thinks it’s a live call and he keeps yelling back at the phone to tell me he’s in the hospital. Love that he enjoys them though. My oldest son (who he helped raise at first) is making him one, too.
They can’t sedate him or give him pain meds because they need his lungs as strong as possible. So he just has to fight through it. He’s definitely making a few jokes. Even mad, he’s kind of saying some funny stuff on purpose.
Update: Just saw on Facebook again :/ that the doctor now thinks he may have had a stroke because he has “word soup.” Part of his talking makes sense and part is a jumble of nonsense. Called the ICU dept and they can only have ONE point of contact. Well that’s not me so I’m SOL.
Update: Last night I called my sister and she said her son was up there with her (he’s grown) and dad knew all of them. He was making tons of jokes. He’s always joked about the name Clederdale. He was joking about it and they were all dying laughing. He’d laugh when his words came out wrong. The nurse said he knows his words don’t come out right sometimes.
He’s settled down a bit about being untied but he still asks sometimes. When they showed him one of my videos last night (with Honey in it because dad used to have 2 chihuahuas), they asked him if he liked it and he said “No” and then burst out laughing (probably because he meant to say yes lol).
I called him this morning and he was back to his old self from YEARS ago – the last couple of years my dad’s joking personality had been completely gone. This morning he was telling me he thinks he might be over the hill now (he always joked about how I somehow became older than him and how did that happen).
But when he told me he worships me, I started bawling. I know he does. Like I worship my babies. He thinks one of the nurses is me, so when she walks in, he says, “Oh babe – you drove all this way to see me?” I’m going – just waiting for him to be out of ICU so my kids can get in, too.
So today I’m happy his personality is somewhat back (I’ve missed it), I’m happy he knows me when I talk to him, but of course, I’m still sad that he’s going through this.
Update: The doctor said they’re going to try to see if dad can walk tomorrow or Monday. He’ll need to go to a rehab facility after he gets out of the hospital.