My dad was transferred to the ICU today after a sudden event this morning.
He has been in the hospital for the last 4 days with “bronchitis” which we found out today was actually double pneumonia. Why they did not see fit to tell us that he had pneumonia and the chest x-ray was worse yesterday is still beyond me. Trying to get information out of the staff has been difficult. Of course, I should have known. His last pneumonia was not this bad, and I have been a bit confused why bronchitis was making him so ill.
I sat for hours watching him struggle against the bi-pap mask to breathe. I know how that whooshing of forced air feels to someone not used to it. It feels like you are suffocating in a tornado. He is semi-conscious and agitated when he does rouse. He cant talk due to the mask, but he tries and it is so pitiful to watch his bloody lips try and made sounds. He is a mass of black bruises and skin tears. I watched my mom cry off and on all day, not sure how she would cope without him. I’m not sure how I will cope without him. He is my “go to” person for advice and has done a little of almost everything.
Selfish of me to think of myself, I know. But kids are like that, no matter the age.
Mom and I talked about our wishes for him. No compressions, but if they think they can get him better and the bi-pap fails, we will go for the ventilator. Although with his severe lung disease I just don’t know if he would get off of it.
We talked of our hopes. I don’t know the state of my dad’s heart, and I don’t have a comfort level for where he is with his walk with God. Something vitally important to my mom and I. All I can do is pray for healing of his body and a sense of peace from God that we will see him again.
I stood at his side, trying to keep him in bed. He was insistent that the mask come off and he get up. I had to hold him down while the nurse got orders for restraints. He is so weak that it didn’t take much to keep him in bed. A good thing too, as I injured my elbow last month and it wont tolerate much stress. I never thought I would have to restrain my own parent.
I watched him go downhill over the hours until there was nothing else they could do other than send him to ICU. He needed to go hours sooner as he was not safe and needed constant watching. Any time the mask slipped his oxygen levels plummeted into the 60’s and his color turned gray.
He is so swollen his rings are stuck on his fingers. We spent all day trying to get them off after they gave him medicine to get rid of the extra water in his body.
I took my children to see him, not knowing what tonight will bring for him. They sat quietly, overwhelmed by the tubes and the noise. My mom was so glad to see them, even if dad didn’t know they were there.
I am stressed trying to balance my son, my job, my life and now my dad. There is only so much of me to go around.
I need to train new staff this week and I just don’t know if I can concentrate enough. Guilt is eating at me knowing that I wont be able to help my mom.
On top of all this my heater went out and my beloved vacuum cleaner is on the blink. My hands don’t handle cold and I HATE dirty rugs. Little things, but with all my son’s medical bills coming in and taxes and Christmas and donations I am just strapped.
I am obviously whiny today. But my resilience is low and I just need to vent a little.
I need a window in my misery where I can look for a rainbow. I believe that God closes doors to open windows so we will look up and marvel over rainbows. MY rainbow is out there somewhere.
Thanks so much for reading.