Tuesday, March 03, 2009
Another Day, Another Ambulance
Yesterday was a very busy day: I upped Dad's care level in the morning -- bringing the bill to the maxiumum Gary and I can afford -- got yelled at by the assisted-living nurse about his meds management in the afternoon (she wants them to do it, which we simply can't afford) -- and went to his apartment in the evening to make sure he'd taken his bedtime meds, since he wasn't answering his phone.
I found him profoundly disoriented (as in talking to people who weren't there) and ramming his wheelchair into furniture to try to get to Congress to work on the energy bill. Righto. Dad's politically engaged even when he's demented. After some dithering, I called 911, who came and said that his edema was halfway up his thighs and that his lungs were almost full of fluid, and oh yeah, he had pinpoint pupils which meant he'd overdosed on his pain meds, which made me feel horribly guilty, although now it turns out he may have taken the normal amount but been unable to handle it because his kidneys aren't doing so well.
Off to the VA ER. Up to ICU, where they said he'd stay overnight while they put him on IV lasix to try to get the fluid out of him.
When I called this morning, the nurse told me the lasix isn't working well. He's had very little urine output. He's oriented but still groggy, with good O2 sats but so-so BP. He'll stay in the ICU at least through today. I'll go over there in a few hours; right now, I'm still recovering from last night.
Oh, and yesterday I also swam, taught two classes, met with three students, took care of paperwork at the VA, picked up my own meds from the pharmacy, and, uh, I think there was something else, but I forget. Oh, right: we also met with the social worker in the morning.
Everything's fading into a blur in through here. But I have a purring cat on my lap, which helps.