It's been one hell of a ride for me this week.
On Tuesday, I called in sick, after helping my little brother move on Sunday and throwing my back out at the same time.
My father, who lives with me, (or me with him, depending on how you look at it), had his morning nurse visit to treat his foot wounds (long story), and noticed his blood pressure was once again, low. He takes medication for high blood pressure! She left and I went back to rest in my bed.
About an hour later, he calls for me to assist him to the bathroom. Just the short trip to the bathroom was exhausting, and he immediately went into a profuse sweat, and almost lost consciousness. I disrobed him enough to let him do his business and called 911.
After looking at the contents of the toilet, I saw he relieved himself of 50% fecal matter and 50% blood. This is when I really got scared! Thank goodness, the EMTs got there really fast. He had virtually no pulse or blood pressure when they arrived.
Long story short, he had been bleeding internally from improperly medicating himself for his foot wounds, unbeknownst to the rest of us.
Now, here we are.
He's getting better, but still extremely weak. We (us children) have decided to move him to a geriatric well center for nothing more than rehabilitation, so he can regain his strength and can, once again live at home, and be self-sufficient when he's there by himself.
Today, he told me that he's "very disappointed" in me for taking matters into my own hands and "putting him out to pasture". It wasn't easy hearing these words. My only concern is his well-being, and getting him well enough to be ABLE to come home! He's no longer sick enough to stay in the hospital, but not well enough to come home yet.
I hope the rehab goes well, and he can once again, be here in this home and irritate the shit out of me.
I guess my rant is done now. Just had to get this off my chest.
On Tuesday, I called in sick, after helping my little brother move on Sunday and throwing my back out at the same time.
My father, who lives with me, (or me with him, depending on how you look at it), had his morning nurse visit to treat his foot wounds (long story), and noticed his blood pressure was once again, low. He takes medication for high blood pressure! She left and I went back to rest in my bed.
About an hour later, he calls for me to assist him to the bathroom. Just the short trip to the bathroom was exhausting, and he immediately went into a profuse sweat, and almost lost consciousness. I disrobed him enough to let him do his business and called 911.
After looking at the contents of the toilet, I saw he relieved himself of 50% fecal matter and 50% blood. This is when I really got scared! Thank goodness, the EMTs got there really fast. He had virtually no pulse or blood pressure when they arrived.
Long story short, he had been bleeding internally from improperly medicating himself for his foot wounds, unbeknownst to the rest of us.
Now, here we are.
He's getting better, but still extremely weak. We (us children) have decided to move him to a geriatric well center for nothing more than rehabilitation, so he can regain his strength and can, once again live at home, and be self-sufficient when he's there by himself.
Today, he told me that he's "very disappointed" in me for taking matters into my own hands and "putting him out to pasture". It wasn't easy hearing these words. My only concern is his well-being, and getting him well enough to be ABLE to come home! He's no longer sick enough to stay in the hospital, but not well enough to come home yet.
I hope the rehab goes well, and he can once again, be here in this home and irritate the shit out of me.
I guess my rant is done now. Just had to get this off my chest.
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