Back in the Hospital

Yesterday afternoon, my Dad was taken from work to the E.R. by ambulance. His heart rate was down around 25 beats and his systemic functions were starting to shut down. The doctors at RHS hospital think the meds the VA Hospital had prescribed was too high and instead of keeping his heart rate high, it had the opposite effect. Of course, they don’t know for sure. Currently, his system is being "cleansed" of the drugs so they can see what’s going on with him and his heart. Then they’ll decide on a course of action. The hospital put my Dad on oxygen (which of course, he finds annoying: having to wear the mask all the time –and- the drying out of his throat). I kept watching the heart rate monitor and it was jumping all over the place. One second it was 93, the next 45, the next 78, the next 59, etc. He’ll be spending the next few days in ICU Critical Care for observation and the doctors can figure out how to treat him.

By the time I got home last night, I was emotionally exhausted. I was in bed sleeping by 9:30pm. I’m glad to learn that my brothers have been helping out a bit more when my Dad needs it. Bro #1 has been plowing my parents driveway and Bro #1 took my Dad to the ER last week, as well as took my Mom to the hospital yesterday. Both picked up my Dad’s truck from work and took it back to my parent’s home.

I’ll be going back to the hospital tonight with my Mom.

To put a positive spin on all this (slight as it may be): I was able to work on “Brrr” while sitting at the hospital. I may just finish it by the end of the month!