My last remaining parent is in CCU. It is a crazy phenomenon when you are facing the bleak outlook of becoming an orphan at the young age of 25? Okay, those of you who know me know that I'm a wee bit older by say... 19 years older than 25. You mathematically challenged should know that means I'm nearly 45 and will be parent less. I'm sad beyond words. I still have tons of people calling about puppies etc. I usually am so enthusiastic about talking dog. I can't fathom the idea of talking dogs. I have the most beautiful puppies born and I can not think about them.
The picture you see is of me and my Dad and sister at Red Robin.
Thursday he started coughing, like he had caught my cold. I have been sick off and on this past month. I'm blaming the anesthesia for anything that ales me for the first 3 months. I only blame the anesthesia because that is what the others tell me. I don't know, I could be getting sick more often.. IE. colds, coughs, head aches etc as rigor mortis is knocking on the back door. I'm half way to the other side of the daisies myself. When you are forced to sit and watch someone you love die it sucks hard. Not a good way to remember a loved one, but no one wants to die alone.
Anyways, back to last Thursday, he started coughing hard. Coughed all night and he coughs loud. I kept asking him why he was making such a racket. By Friday morning I could not decipher a blood pressure or figure out where his lungs were. I did not hear wheezing. She a tightness. Thank you Jesus one of the home care nurses called and was able to come in to my house right away and she could not get a blood pressure on him either. So, luckily Colton was home and was able to help me bring Grandpa to the ER. We were in the ER less than 15 minutes before they had him upstairs in Critical Care Unit. Yikes. Today is, I think Tuesday. When you are in the hospital realm all the days blend together a bit. You know, I'm not trying to trivialize other peoples struggles just to explain what I am doing when I'm doing it. My dad has all night been begging me to untie him. When I did he pulled out his IV and the nurses don't like to have to redo work. Who would really? Certainly not me. I feel another long, long night ahead for me. I'm dead dog tired. I hope he will sleep a little this night instead of keeping me awake all night and then he gets to sleep all day. If that happens I may go home and take a shower. I wonder how many days deodorant is supposed to last? Ha. I'm so funny. I think it is actually turning into delirium. I started typing this at around 9 pm and can't remember what I typed previously. Kind of being on drugs myself except none of the fun and all the raging headaches. Man. Peace out.
The picture you see is of me and my Dad and sister at Red Robin.
Thursday he started coughing, like he had caught my cold. I have been sick off and on this past month. I'm blaming the anesthesia for anything that ales me for the first 3 months. I only blame the anesthesia because that is what the others tell me. I don't know, I could be getting sick more often.. IE. colds, coughs, head aches etc as rigor mortis is knocking on the back door. I'm half way to the other side of the daisies myself. When you are forced to sit and watch someone you love die it sucks hard. Not a good way to remember a loved one, but no one wants to die alone.
Anyways, back to last Thursday, he started coughing hard. Coughed all night and he coughs loud. I kept asking him why he was making such a racket. By Friday morning I could not decipher a blood pressure or figure out where his lungs were. I did not hear wheezing. She a tightness. Thank you Jesus one of the home care nurses called and was able to come in to my house right away and she could not get a blood pressure on him either. So, luckily Colton was home and was able to help me bring Grandpa to the ER. We were in the ER less than 15 minutes before they had him upstairs in Critical Care Unit. Yikes. Today is, I think Tuesday. When you are in the hospital realm all the days blend together a bit. You know, I'm not trying to trivialize other peoples struggles just to explain what I am doing when I'm doing it. My dad has all night been begging me to untie him. When I did he pulled out his IV and the nurses don't like to have to redo work. Who would really? Certainly not me. I feel another long, long night ahead for me. I'm dead dog tired. I hope he will sleep a little this night instead of keeping me awake all night and then he gets to sleep all day. If that happens I may go home and take a shower. I wonder how many days deodorant is supposed to last? Ha. I'm so funny. I think it is actually turning into delirium. I started typing this at around 9 pm and can't remember what I typed previously. Kind of being on drugs myself except none of the fun and all the raging headaches. Man. Peace out.
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