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**walks back into apolyton** Ahhhhhh.....good to be home. And Theben
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Ok so here's where we are at for the last two days may I say that the level of incompentency at this hospital has risen to a knew high. I've been to tired these days to tell all that is going on but they had continually given him the wrong diet ie: he's a diabetic and they give him sugar etc....his potassium was horrible they gave him orange juice which of course we gave him not knowing about the potassium. I mean the food they were giving him could have put him into a diabetic coma. He lost control of his bowels at one point and the nurse that came in to clean him up used (and all you boys will appreciate this one) dry wash cloths and just rubbed him raw on top of the fact that he has a cathetar. He was in such pain. Needless to say the exorcist woman came out and my head spun around 12 times and by the time I was through showing all my documention to the patient services reprsentative and yelling at her for an hour I told her who his nurses were to be and that they had better pull their head out of their asses or this red head was gonna get real ugly real quick. The dietician also came up and personally apologiezed to us. See he has to be on a Renal dieat for renal failure as well as diabetic and low salt. And I didn't know that there were certain fruits to go along with that that he couldn't have and here we were feeding them to him because it was on the tray.
So yeah we'll go from yesterday...by know Steve has arrived which pleased father to no end. They are two peas in a pod both love flying and football. I also during the course of all this have found out interesting things about my dad. I always knew he was drafted by a pro football team I just wasn't aware that it was the Philidelphia Egales!
How cool is that!
Ok so yesterday morning they come in at 10 and say we need to give you a blood transfusion. So we think ok it will be soon. They don't come in until 1 to change the needle gauge. You can imagine his anxiety waiting for the transfussion to start along with the fact that he has slight demensia so he gets confused a bit. Are you ready for this......they don't start the transfusion until 7:45 that night. When you transfuse blood you have to take blood pressure every thirty minutes. They had to give him two bags of blood and weren't through until about 2 in the morning. How much sleep do you think he got. Also when you give blood there is the possiblity of fluid building up on the lungs and heart. He has already had a triple bypass so this is a bit dangerous. Half way through his breathing gets raspy and very laborus. We let the nurse know and she slows the drip so that it won't effect him so much. About 45 minutes after that he needs to poo. You have to understand my fathers extreeeeeeeeeeeeem sense of humor. He informs Janet(step mother) and me that........I AM ABOUT TO RELEASE THE STINK!!!!! It was just to funny! Anyway they come into to assist him and then the charge nurse says well this line is to slow and trys to increase it. I went balistic and told her that Tina decreased it and that is the only person I want messing with it. She walked out of the room and made a smart ass comment where I heard it. I calmly excused myself went to the nurses station and informed her not to politely about her professionalism and that if she had a problem with me I would be happy to meet her outside but that if I even so much as saw her anywhere near my father again that she and I were going to have a big problem.
The next day after the trasfussion which was yesterday at 3 pm they decided to get an xray to check for pneumona. We went to lunch and came back, I came and said well hello sweetie pie how are you he comes back with I have pneumona....... OMG one more thing to deal with. When my step brother (the attorney
)got there at 10 that night no one had talked to us no one had started anti biotics and we both just freeked out. There response was well the doctor has to read it and he has 24 hours to read it. To which we responded so the thing is he's 81 bed ridden with pneumona and so you going to wait until tomorrow to get him started. Makes perfect sense to us. Long story short my husband and I were speaking with the supervisor at 1 in the morning trying desperately just to get some type of confirmation or if he had just imagined it. Well we have to wait until tomorrow.
When the doctor go here this morning he through a huge fit how long does it take the radiologist to read this....he was pissed that was at 10 this mornin. We finally found at at 1:30 this afternoon.....NO!! he didn't have pneumona. Apparently when he broke his ribs a few years back this causes some type of swelling in the lungs. But can you imagine the hell we went through yesterday thinking he had that and now what do we do? He even at one point asked my "why did god give me pnemona?" I told him daddy, god doesn't give you anything you can't handle and this is a little test and we are going to pass it with no problem and it's not open for discussion (his favorite saying for me) and I told him I was boss for the day and he had to believe what I said. At that point he demanded a recount!
Needless to say I will be having a chat with the hospital admistration tomorrow. We went through a living hell yesterday worrying. And didn't realize how bad he was worrying about it until today. He had mentioned several things about it but when we got the all clear on that he I noticed that he really started resting. You know taking his naps he wasn't fittful and restless and he would sleep instead of waking up every few minutes. You don't really think of how anxiety effects patients but it does. So he slept off and on today and he and I watched the cowboys play ball and ate ham sandwiches in his bed together. We used to love to watch football together and he always used to take me to games. So we just watched games today in between naps. We just left him a few minutes ago and for possibly for the first time in a week and a half I may be able to sleep instead of sitting up all night in his favorite chair crying. He's still in renal failure but thank god he doesn't have pneumona.
Any way I told him the frog joke and he laughed and told me on.
This platinum blonde walks into the appraisal office and says she was to get information. The guy behind the counter asked what type of information she needed and she said well....I want to know if I"m a precious mineral or just a common whore.
Very tired now and will go to bed. It's a minute by minute day by day adventure but it will be filled with laughter if that's all I can do then I will feel lucky. I lost my mother 25 years ago and feel very blessed that I have the time, the nursing knowledge and the opportunity to be of service to this wonderful great man.
Update tomorrow. Keep those good thoughts.
Love the avatar! Ok so here's where we are at for the last two days may I say that the level of incompentency at this hospital has risen to a knew high. I've been to tired these days to tell all that is going on but they had continually given him the wrong diet ie: he's a diabetic and they give him sugar etc....his potassium was horrible they gave him orange juice which of course we gave him not knowing about the potassium. I mean the food they were giving him could have put him into a diabetic coma. He lost control of his bowels at one point and the nurse that came in to clean him up used (and all you boys will appreciate this one) dry wash cloths and just rubbed him raw on top of the fact that he has a cathetar. He was in such pain. Needless to say the exorcist woman came out and my head spun around 12 times and by the time I was through showing all my documention to the patient services reprsentative and yelling at her for an hour I told her who his nurses were to be and that they had better pull their head out of their asses or this red head was gonna get real ugly real quick. The dietician also came up and personally apologiezed to us. See he has to be on a Renal dieat for renal failure as well as diabetic and low salt. And I didn't know that there were certain fruits to go along with that that he couldn't have and here we were feeding them to him because it was on the tray.
So yeah we'll go from yesterday...by know Steve has arrived which pleased father to no end. They are two peas in a pod both love flying and football. I also during the course of all this have found out interesting things about my dad. I always knew he was drafted by a pro football team I just wasn't aware that it was the Philidelphia Egales!
How cool is that!Ok so yesterday morning they come in at 10 and say we need to give you a blood transfusion. So we think ok it will be soon. They don't come in until 1 to change the needle gauge. You can imagine his anxiety waiting for the transfussion to start along with the fact that he has slight demensia so he gets confused a bit. Are you ready for this......they don't start the transfusion until 7:45 that night. When you transfuse blood you have to take blood pressure every thirty minutes. They had to give him two bags of blood and weren't through until about 2 in the morning. How much sleep do you think he got. Also when you give blood there is the possiblity of fluid building up on the lungs and heart. He has already had a triple bypass so this is a bit dangerous. Half way through his breathing gets raspy and very laborus. We let the nurse know and she slows the drip so that it won't effect him so much. About 45 minutes after that he needs to poo.
You have to understand my fathers extreeeeeeeeeeeeem sense of humor. He informs Janet(step mother) and me that........I AM ABOUT TO RELEASE THE STINK!!!!! It was just to funny! Anyway they come into to assist him and then the charge nurse says well this line is to slow and trys to increase it. I went balistic and told her that Tina decreased it and that is the only person I want messing with it. She walked out of the room and made a smart ass comment where I heard it. I calmly excused myself went to the nurses station and informed her not to politely about her professionalism and that if she had a problem with me I would be happy to meet her outside but that if I even so much as saw her anywhere near my father again that she and I were going to have a big problem. The next day after the trasfussion which was yesterday at 3 pm they decided to get an xray to check for pneumona. We went to lunch and came back, I came and said well hello sweetie pie how are you he comes back with I have pneumona....... OMG one more thing to deal with. When my step brother (the attorney
)got there at 10 that night no one had talked to us no one had started anti biotics and we both just freeked out. There response was well the doctor has to read it and he has 24 hours to read it. To which we responded so the thing is he's 81 bed ridden with pneumona and so you going to wait until tomorrow to get him started. Makes perfect sense to us. Long story short my husband and I were speaking with the supervisor at 1 in the morning trying desperately just to get some type of confirmation or if he had just imagined it. Well we have to wait until tomorrow. When the doctor go here this morning he through a huge fit how long does it take the radiologist to read this....he was pissed that was at 10 this mornin. We finally found at at 1:30 this afternoon.....NO!! he didn't have pneumona. Apparently when he broke his ribs a few years back this causes some type of swelling in the lungs. But can you imagine the hell we went through yesterday thinking he had that and now what do we do? He even at one point asked my "why did god give me pnemona?" I told him daddy, god doesn't give you anything you can't handle and this is a little test and we are going to pass it with no problem and it's not open for discussion (his favorite saying for me) and I told him I was boss for the day and he had to believe what I said. At that point he demanded a recount!
Needless to say I will be having a chat with the hospital admistration tomorrow. We went through a living hell yesterday worrying. And didn't realize how bad he was worrying about it until today. He had mentioned several things about it but when we got the all clear on that he I noticed that he really started resting. You know taking his naps he wasn't fittful and restless and he would sleep instead of waking up every few minutes. You don't really think of how anxiety effects patients but it does. So he slept off and on today and he and I watched the cowboys play ball and ate ham sandwiches in his bed together. We used to love to watch football together and he always used to take me to games. So we just watched games today in between naps. We just left him a few minutes ago and for possibly for the first time in a week and a half I may be able to sleep instead of sitting up all night in his favorite chair crying. He's still in renal failure but thank god he doesn't have pneumona.
Any way I told him the frog joke and he laughed and told me on.
This platinum blonde walks into the appraisal office and says she was to get information. The guy behind the counter asked what type of information she needed and she said well....I want to know if I"m a precious mineral or just a common whore.
Very tired now and will go to bed. It's a minute by minute day by day adventure but it will be filled with laughter if that's all I can do then I will feel lucky. I lost my mother 25 years ago and feel very blessed that I have the time, the nursing knowledge and the opportunity to be of service to this wonderful great man.
Update tomorrow. Keep those good thoughts.
. Hope he wasn't too upset by that.
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