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beansideWell, yesterday was certainly a day.
Dad's UTI continued to have him off his rocker, and getting a little grumpy. By around 11, I'd taken off early from work because even working from home, I felt like it wasn't fair making Jess deal with things alone.
We got the second dose in, and waited. His delusions seemed to be getting worse. I (finally) remembered that I had a fucking pulse ox machine, and slapped it on his finger. Oxygen level was 89 and pulse was 130. While laying in bed and being told to take some deep breaths. I decided it was time to call 911.
We got the most unpleasant EMTs known to mankind. Nothing we did (including calling them) was right. We were giving him juice, but not cranberry. Confusion was to be expected. His pulse ox was a little better, so they weren't worried about that, even though it immediately fell back to 88. Generally, they made us feel like it was a waste of their time. Overall, a very traumatic experience. I felt so ashamed for daring to call. Like I was overreacting and couldn't handle it.
They did grudgingly take him to the hospital, who immediately told us that we did the right thing. He was in Afib (knew it!) and had crackles in his lungs. (For those playing along, that means the rehab sent him home with pneumonia as well as a UTI.) They're going to be keeping him for a couple of days. Hopefully, they can get him topped back up, and he'll come home doing better.
I'm honestly debating putting in a complaint to the EMS service. It's not normally my thing, but I'm still feeling really emotionally bruised over their treatment. There was one nice dude who tried to talk to us about community support, but honestly we were so traumatized by then that I wasn't paying much attention.
All in all, I've had better days.
But I'm off from work today. I could give my day back since I don't really need to be at home, but I'm not going to. I'm going to relax and enjoy a break, and later I'll go down the hospital and see how he's doing.
I'm not sure he qualifies since he doesn't have a diagnosed terminal disease, but I think I may call and see if hospice would take him. We did in home hospice for my grandmother and it was much easier on everyone. Shit like this was easily fixable, if it had just been handled when they suspected a problem. They tested him on the 9th, so obviously they saw something then that had them concerned. Had they put him on prophylactic antibiotics then, he'd never have gotten so sick.
The rehab still hasn't called us to let us know he had a UTI. They got the results on Monday, but it seems like once you've been discharged, you're not their concern any more.
Okay, I have bitched enough. Tomorrow's entry will be less depressing, I hope. Everyone have a tantalizing Thursday!
Dad's UTI continued to have him off his rocker, and getting a little grumpy. By around 11, I'd taken off early from work because even working from home, I felt like it wasn't fair making Jess deal with things alone.
We got the second dose in, and waited. His delusions seemed to be getting worse. I (finally) remembered that I had a fucking pulse ox machine, and slapped it on his finger. Oxygen level was 89 and pulse was 130. While laying in bed and being told to take some deep breaths. I decided it was time to call 911.
We got the most unpleasant EMTs known to mankind. Nothing we did (including calling them) was right. We were giving him juice, but not cranberry. Confusion was to be expected. His pulse ox was a little better, so they weren't worried about that, even though it immediately fell back to 88. Generally, they made us feel like it was a waste of their time. Overall, a very traumatic experience. I felt so ashamed for daring to call. Like I was overreacting and couldn't handle it.
They did grudgingly take him to the hospital, who immediately told us that we did the right thing. He was in Afib (knew it!) and had crackles in his lungs. (For those playing along, that means the rehab sent him home with pneumonia as well as a UTI.) They're going to be keeping him for a couple of days. Hopefully, they can get him topped back up, and he'll come home doing better.
I'm honestly debating putting in a complaint to the EMS service. It's not normally my thing, but I'm still feeling really emotionally bruised over their treatment. There was one nice dude who tried to talk to us about community support, but honestly we were so traumatized by then that I wasn't paying much attention.
All in all, I've had better days.
But I'm off from work today. I could give my day back since I don't really need to be at home, but I'm not going to. I'm going to relax and enjoy a break, and later I'll go down the hospital and see how he's doing.
I'm not sure he qualifies since he doesn't have a diagnosed terminal disease, but I think I may call and see if hospice would take him. We did in home hospice for my grandmother and it was much easier on everyone. Shit like this was easily fixable, if it had just been handled when they suspected a problem. They tested him on the 9th, so obviously they saw something then that had them concerned. Had they put him on prophylactic antibiotics then, he'd never have gotten so sick.
The rehab still hasn't called us to let us know he had a UTI. They got the results on Monday, but it seems like once you've been discharged, you're not their concern any more.
Okay, I have bitched enough. Tomorrow's entry will be less depressing, I hope. Everyone have a tantalizing Thursday!
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