I just remind myself how much worse it could and probably will be.
I just remind myself how much worse it could and probably will be.
Dad went to the hospital 2 or 3 weeks ago after an episode of lethargy. Talking out his head. Couldn’t walk. Got admitted. Diagnosed as walking pneumonia. 5 days of antibiotics. He had a good couple weeks then back to being all fucked up and having to call ambulance again yesterday morning.
He was having issues breathing and lots of pain in his chest and back. I got a same day appointment with his primary care doctor. They did ecg and chest X-ray. Promised they’d call by the end of the day. Prescribed him pain pills. The next day Das is doing worse. I call primary care doctor’s nurse. She said everything checked out fine. I explained how I was worried not to ignore him but not rush him to the hospital. She said just monitor him. Basically brushed me off. The next morning I had to call ambulance again.
Diagnosis is pneumonia in both lungs. I am not a medical terminology expert but they did a procedure by the general surgeon to put a tube in his side to extract the fluids. That wasn’t going to cut it. Was told the fluid is in pockets or something. Ah analogy was think about water turning to ice. He needs to go to big hospital to let thoracic (spelling?) surgeon. He just got transported to big hospital.
I’ve already expressed my concern about his primary care doctor. Then this visit where they say he probably strained muscles lifting something. Now he’s getting invasive procedures.
Fuck all this. And I hate the fucking shekel collectors who pop in as soon as you get admitted.
Everything sucks right now. Driving miles and miles back and forth taking care of dads dogs then back to hospital. No sleep. I’m venting I guess. Fuck. God bless my father. The guy is long overdue for a stretch of good health. I need sleep.
Dad went to the hospital 2 or 3 weeks ago after an episode of lethargy. Talking out his head. Couldn’t walk. Got admitted. Diagnosed as walking pneumonia. 5 days of antibiotics. He had a good couple weeks then back to being all fucked up and having to call ambulance again yesterday morning.
He was having issues breathing and lots of pain in his chest and back. I got a same day appointment with his primary care doctor. They did ecg and chest X-ray. Promised they’d call by the end of the day. Prescribed him pain pills. The next day Das is doing worse. I call primary care doctor’s nurse. She said everything checked out fine.
I explained how I was worried not to ignore him but not rush him to the hospital. She said just monitor him. Basically brushed me off. The next morning I had to call ambulance again.
Diagnosis is pneumonia in both lungs. I am not a medical terminology expert but they did a procedure by the general surgeon to put a tube in his side to extract the fluids. That wasn’t going to cut it. Was told the fluid is in pockets or something. Ah analogy was think about water turning to ice. He needs to go to big hospital to let thoracic (spelling?) surgeon. He just got transported to big hospital.
I’ve already expressed my concern about his primary care doctor. Then this visit where they say he probably strained muscles lifting something. Now he’s getting invasive procedures.
Fuck all this. And I hate the fucking shekel collectors who pop in as soon as you get admitted.
Everything sucks right now. Driving miles and miles back and forth taking care of dads dogs then back to hospital. No sleep. I’m venting I guess. Fuck. God bless my father. The guy is long overdue for a stretch of good health. I need sleep.
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