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Woken up at about 8:30 this morning by my mum to find that my dad, who's been unwell since Friday with what we thought was an upset stomach/minor food poisoning, is completely flipping out. Vacant stare on his face, shaking like a 105 year old having a seizure, but he's only 64 and generally healthy.
Get him sat down and he starts to recover. But he needs the toilet. Help him up , and he starts getting delirious again. Halfway to the loo, he has a major 'accident', and has completely lost it.
Sod this, I think - I'm calling an ambulance - this is not normal for him, and is obviously far more than an dodgy gut.
Paramedic arrives, checks him over and determines from the colour of his crap that he has internal bleeding. Ambulance is summoned, and all three paramedics spend about 45 minutes stabilising him. Drips, oxygen, the works.
Years ago, before I was born, my dad had a nervous breakdown and has been on medication for nervous anxiety ever since. Recently, he's also been put on medication for depression and high blood pressure.
The bleeding, combined with the tablets to reduce blood pressure, have put his blood pressure through the floor. The reason he loses it when he stands is because not enough blood (and therefore not enough oxygen) are getting to the brain.
Anyway, he goes off to the hospital in the ambulance with mum, my cousin takes me in car.
He's in casualty all day, with various needles, monitors and oxygen while they try to get his pressure back up. When he was stable enough, they moved him to a ward.
Me and mum come home about 4-ish to eat/change/scrub up after the chaos of the morning, and go back to the hospital about 7pm, planning to spend a few hours there as the ward had no restriction on visiting hours. Walk into the ward... no dad. Oh s**t, what's happened?
They've moved him to another ward, but not phoned to tell us. When we finally track him down it's almost 7:30pm, and this ward has visiting restrictions... 2pm til 8pm. So we have to leave him there after just 30 minutes, and can't go back until tomorrow afternoon.
He's nil-by-mouth until tomorrow, as he's got to have cameras inserted both ends tomorrow to find out where the blood is coming from, so at the moment we have no idea what the problem is. He may or may not require surgery, depending on what they find.
All in all, it's been quite a scary day. Both me and mum are exhausted.
Then we get home and get a call from my aunt. Her and my uncle are in Germany for a few days for some sight-seeing. Only thing is, my uncle had some ulcers on his legs, and they ruptured during the flight and are now infected. They've had to fork out £200 for a doctor, and can't leave the hotel because he can't walk. No idea yet how they are going to get home.
It never rains, as they say...
Anyway, I'm off for a shower to get rid of that hospital smell.
Get him sat down and he starts to recover. But he needs the toilet. Help him up , and he starts getting delirious again. Halfway to the loo, he has a major 'accident', and has completely lost it.
Sod this, I think - I'm calling an ambulance - this is not normal for him, and is obviously far more than an dodgy gut.
Paramedic arrives, checks him over and determines from the colour of his crap that he has internal bleeding. Ambulance is summoned, and all three paramedics spend about 45 minutes stabilising him. Drips, oxygen, the works.
Years ago, before I was born, my dad had a nervous breakdown and has been on medication for nervous anxiety ever since. Recently, he's also been put on medication for depression and high blood pressure.
The bleeding, combined with the tablets to reduce blood pressure, have put his blood pressure through the floor. The reason he loses it when he stands is because not enough blood (and therefore not enough oxygen) are getting to the brain.
Anyway, he goes off to the hospital in the ambulance with mum, my cousin takes me in car.
He's in casualty all day, with various needles, monitors and oxygen while they try to get his pressure back up. When he was stable enough, they moved him to a ward.
Me and mum come home about 4-ish to eat/change/scrub up after the chaos of the morning, and go back to the hospital about 7pm, planning to spend a few hours there as the ward had no restriction on visiting hours. Walk into the ward... no dad. Oh s**t, what's happened?
They've moved him to another ward, but not phoned to tell us. When we finally track him down it's almost 7:30pm, and this ward has visiting restrictions... 2pm til 8pm. So we have to leave him there after just 30 minutes, and can't go back until tomorrow afternoon.
He's nil-by-mouth until tomorrow, as he's got to have cameras inserted both ends tomorrow to find out where the blood is coming from, so at the moment we have no idea what the problem is. He may or may not require surgery, depending on what they find.
All in all, it's been quite a scary day. Both me and mum are exhausted.
Then we get home and get a call from my aunt. Her and my uncle are in Germany for a few days for some sight-seeing. Only thing is, my uncle had some ulcers on his legs, and they ruptured during the flight and are now infected. They've had to fork out £200 for a doctor, and can't leave the hotel because he can't walk. No idea yet how they are going to get home.
It never rains, as they say...
Anyway, I'm off for a shower to get rid of that hospital smell.
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Sorry to hear all that mate. Hope they both recover soon.
Thanks all.
Off to bed now, it's been a long and draining day.
I'll post again sometime tomorrow, hopefully with good news.
Off to bed now, it's been a long and draining day.
I'll post again sometime tomorrow, hopefully with good news.
Sorry mate. Hope everything turns out ok with your old man.
My Grandad was taken into hospital this week with chest pains. He seems to be on the mend now, but it shocked me a little, he always seemed so iron-like despite being near 80.
Hope your Dad, Mum and yourself are ok Wookie.
Hope your Dad, Mum and yourself are ok Wookie.
Oh dear, unfortunate indeed. I hope he recovers soon.
My parents are approaching the sort of age where things are going to start going wrong. Its one of those things I try not to think about though.
My parents are approaching the sort of age where things are going to start going wrong. Its one of those things I try not to think about though.
Christ. That's pretty awful Wookie. Hope your father pulls through.
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>Only thing is, my uncle had some ulcers on his legs, and they ruptured during the flight and are now infected.
That sounds so vile!
Ach, what a nasty thing to happen. Hope it goes well.
>Only thing is, my uncle had some ulcers on his legs, and they ruptured during the flight and are now infected.
That sounds so vile!
Ach, what a nasty thing to happen. Hope it goes well.
Woken up at about 8:30 this morning by my mum to find that my dad, who's been unwell since Friday with what we thought was an upset stomach/minor food poisoning, is completely flipping out. Vacant stare on his face, shaking like a 105 year old having a seizure, but he's only 64 and generally healthy.
Get him sat down and he starts to recover. But he needs the toilet. Help him up , and he starts getting delirious again. Halfway to the loo, he has a major 'accident', and has completely lost it.
Sod this, I think - I'm calling an ambulance - this is not normal for him, and is obviously far more than an dodgy gut.
Paramedic arrives, checks him over and determines from the colour of his crap that he has internal bleeding. Ambulance is summoned, and all three paramedics spend about 45 minutes stabilising him. Drips, oxygen, the works.
Years ago, before I was born, my dad had a nervous breakdown and has been on medication for nervous anxiety ever since. Recently, he's also been put on medication for depression and high blood pressure.
The bleeding, combined with the tablets to reduce blood pressure, have put his blood pressure through the floor. The reason he loses it when he stands is because not enough blood (and therefore not enough oxygen) are getting to the brain.
Anyway, he goes off to the hospital in the ambulance with mum, my cousin takes me in car.
He's in casualty all day, with various needles, monitors and oxygen while they try to get his pressure back up. When he was stable enough, they moved him to a ward.
Me and mum come home about 4-ish to eat/change/scrub up after the chaos of the morning, and go back to the hospital about 7pm, planning to spend a few hours there as the ward had no restriction on visiting hours. Walk into the ward... no dad. Oh s**t, what's happened?
They've moved him to another ward, but not phoned to tell us. When we finally track him down it's almost 7:30pm, and this ward has visiting restrictions... 2pm til 8pm. So we have to leave him there after just 30 minutes, and can't go back until tomorrow afternoon.
He's nil-by-mouth until tomorrow, as he's got to have cameras inserted both ends tomorrow to find out where the blood is coming from, so at the moment we have no idea what the problem is. He may or may not require surgery, depending on what they find.
All in all, it's been quite a scary day. Both me and mum are exhausted.
Then we get home and get a call from my aunt. Her and my uncle are in Germany for a few days for some sight-seeing. Only thing is, my uncle had some ulcers on his legs, and they ruptured during the flight and are now infected. They've had to fork out £200 for a doctor, and can't leave the hotel because he can't walk. No idea yet how they are going to get home.
It never rains, as they say...
Anyway, I'm off for a shower to get rid of that hospital smell.
Get him sat down and he starts to recover. But he needs the toilet. Help him up , and he starts getting delirious again. Halfway to the loo, he has a major 'accident', and has completely lost it.
Sod this, I think - I'm calling an ambulance - this is not normal for him, and is obviously far more than an dodgy gut.
Paramedic arrives, checks him over and determines from the colour of his crap that he has internal bleeding. Ambulance is summoned, and all three paramedics spend about 45 minutes stabilising him. Drips, oxygen, the works.
Years ago, before I was born, my dad had a nervous breakdown and has been on medication for nervous anxiety ever since. Recently, he's also been put on medication for depression and high blood pressure.
The bleeding, combined with the tablets to reduce blood pressure, have put his blood pressure through the floor. The reason he loses it when he stands is because not enough blood (and therefore not enough oxygen) are getting to the brain.
Anyway, he goes off to the hospital in the ambulance with mum, my cousin takes me in car.
He's in casualty all day, with various needles, monitors and oxygen while they try to get his pressure back up. When he was stable enough, they moved him to a ward.
Me and mum come home about 4-ish to eat/change/scrub up after the chaos of the morning, and go back to the hospital about 7pm, planning to spend a few hours there as the ward had no restriction on visiting hours. Walk into the ward... no dad. Oh s**t, what's happened?
They've moved him to another ward, but not phoned to tell us. When we finally track him down it's almost 7:30pm, and this ward has visiting restrictions... 2pm til 8pm. So we have to leave him there after just 30 minutes, and can't go back until tomorrow afternoon.
He's nil-by-mouth until tomorrow, as he's got to have cameras inserted both ends tomorrow to find out where the blood is coming from, so at the moment we have no idea what the problem is. He may or may not require surgery, depending on what they find.
All in all, it's been quite a scary day. Both me and mum are exhausted.
Then we get home and get a call from my aunt. Her and my uncle are in Germany for a few days for some sight-seeing. Only thing is, my uncle had some ulcers on his legs, and they ruptured during the flight and are now infected. They've had to fork out £200 for a doctor, and can't leave the hotel because he can't walk. No idea yet how they are going to get home.
It never rains, as they say...
Anyway, I'm off for a shower to get rid of that hospital smell.
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