It's Tuesday, thankfully. Yesterday happened SO much.
When I said it was going to be a long Monday, I was prophetic. Way, way too prophetic. I went to work and was taking calls like normal. Then, I heard Jess telling dad that they needed to change his diaper. That's hard to do solo on the best of days, so I put myself into break and went to help. After we changed him, he threw up again, and shortly thereafter, started typing on an invisible tablet and arguing with Jess about when they pointed out that there was nothing there. Time for Grippy Socks!
I called 911, and the ambulance came out. They took his vitals and found low oxygen, fast pulse and high fever. They disparaged our set up for the oxygen (the hose is too long) and put him on theirs, which also failed to bring up the levels. (They shut the fuck up.) A minute later, a second ambulance arrives. One that I recognized as an ALS unit (advanced life support). Soon after, more people come to help get him out of the house. They get him out and I go back to work.
A little bit later, my sister texts that he's very sick, and not breathing well. They've put him on a ventilator to help him breathe until he can perk up. (Dad had a DNR, but I'm okay with my sister agreeing to it, since it was presented as a stopgap until the antibiotics kick in.) Since then, we've watched as they fight to keep his blood pressure up and generally to keep things on an even keel.
This morning, his labs look a little concerning. The one that measures heart damage is skyrocketing, and I'm wondering if this was all because of a heart attack. We'll see. I'm going to call them shortly for an update.
I'm going to work, and Jess is going to go to the hospital, and visit for a while. My sister may go over tonight, depending. I will probably go over tomorrow when I get off from work. We're supposed to have a game tomorrow, but that is 100% dad dependent.
And on that note, time to call and see how things are going and maybe put some pants on for work. Everyone have a wonderful Tuesday!
When I said it was going to be a long Monday, I was prophetic. Way, way too prophetic. I went to work and was taking calls like normal. Then, I heard Jess telling dad that they needed to change his diaper. That's hard to do solo on the best of days, so I put myself into break and went to help. After we changed him, he threw up again, and shortly thereafter, started typing on an invisible tablet and arguing with Jess about when they pointed out that there was nothing there. Time for Grippy Socks!
I called 911, and the ambulance came out. They took his vitals and found low oxygen, fast pulse and high fever. They disparaged our set up for the oxygen (the hose is too long) and put him on theirs, which also failed to bring up the levels. (They shut the fuck up.) A minute later, a second ambulance arrives. One that I recognized as an ALS unit (advanced life support). Soon after, more people come to help get him out of the house. They get him out and I go back to work.
A little bit later, my sister texts that he's very sick, and not breathing well. They've put him on a ventilator to help him breathe until he can perk up. (Dad had a DNR, but I'm okay with my sister agreeing to it, since it was presented as a stopgap until the antibiotics kick in.) Since then, we've watched as they fight to keep his blood pressure up and generally to keep things on an even keel.
This morning, his labs look a little concerning. The one that measures heart damage is skyrocketing, and I'm wondering if this was all because of a heart attack. We'll see. I'm going to call them shortly for an update.
I'm going to work, and Jess is going to go to the hospital, and visit for a while. My sister may go over tonight, depending. I will probably go over tomorrow when I get off from work. We're supposed to have a game tomorrow, but that is 100% dad dependent.
And on that note, time to call and see how things are going and maybe put some pants on for work. Everyone have a wonderful Tuesday!