Sally took care of a sick grandchild yesterday and did not go to the support group. She picked up our husbands about 3 pm. She came to the support group with the grandchild leaving the two husbands in her car and said that my hubby was not himself. He had not taken his pills, not eaten his breakfast nor eaten the Senior Center lunch. He had sat at the center all day. Jake was very concerned as Sally was.
I left the meeting and Sally drove hubby to where our car was parked. It took some coaching to get hubby into our car. When we got home I decided to take him to the front of the house rather than through the garage where with all the junk there and the step up to the family room. I figured easy access to the front door and no step up was the best route to his easy spot by the big screen TV.
However, hubby was not getting out of the car. I feared the worse--a stroke, although he could stick out his tongue. I called his primary care physician's office and proceeded to the emergency room at the hospital where I had gone myself last December in an ambulance. I could get him there quickly myself without waiting for an ambulance and having to pay some of the ambulance cost that insurance doesn't cover.
After the four plus hours, the emergency room staff ruled out a urinary tract infection or a stroke. I requested food for him and finally some came about 8:30 PM. He ate only a little--the only food all day. He had some apple sauce and a little bit of turkey, and a taste of jello.
The decision was made to admit him for further observation. I drove home last night so ready to cry. With melatonin from the health food store I was able to get maybe six hours of sleep and I came back to the hospital with this notebook computer where I am typing now and with my iPhone and its charger for contact with people outside the hospital. So glad you can use those devices in the hospital now.
The nurse came in this morning to give hubby his medicine.
Nurse: Give me your name and your date of birth.
Hubby had some trouble with these two instructions. I explained to the nurse that she asked him two questions and he only responds to one idea at a time.
"By law you have to give the date of birth when I give you your medicine," my husband's nurse said.
He was able to give his name and date of birth finally with one question at a time.
Me to the nurse: What if they have dementia and can't give you their date of birth?
Nurse: I keep going until they can answer something-- maybe they can give the year.
Me: He can't give you that. (He will just cover himself by saying that he doesn't bother with those details because he can check a calendar for the year.)
She proceeded to give him his medicine in apple sauce! I have to try that!
The answer for the Pill Pusher me!
In order to be released, my husband needs to see the neurologist. Also, he is really shakey on his feet.
|pottery dog, apple sauce|
Hubby kept asking: When was the last time we were home? When can I leave this jail? He told the nurse, I have seen you for two weeks. (He has no concept of time now.) I bring a ceramic dog to the hospital and he has this nicknack on his chest, reminding him of our dog.
I am sleepy here at the hospital. Going in search of coffee or caffeine. Thanks for your prayers, folks.