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Sometimes Mondays Aren't Worth It
Yesterday was supposed to be a nice day, low-key morning leading to a chiropractor's appointment at noon topped by a regularly scheduled shopping trip with daughter Súl. I'm usually tired at the end of it, but it's a good tired.
Not yesterday. Oh no!
If you want to make the Universe laugh, make plans. The Universe was rolling on the floor for me yesterday.
Woke up and had son JJ tell me his dad wasn't up yet. That's unusual, for Hubby's habit of several decades is to be up at just about the crack of dawn. Went in, and Hubby is answering questions with one word and just not quite all "there". He's got a fever of 101.1, which, at 9AM, is worrisome. I make appointment with his doctor, realize I probably won't make my own noon appt., reschedule for 3:30PM. At 10, the fever has shot up to 102.3 - at which point, I give Hubby some acetominophen. By the time the doctor sees him, he's back to 101 and a few points, and gets a prescription for a broad-spectrum antibiotic for a possible kidney/bladder infection.
Hokay. I take Hubby home, tell JJ to watch Dad while I go pick up meds and lunch. I get home to Hubby in his chair in the living room, BACK to speaking in one-word sentences and not quite really answering the questions - while JJ is back in his bedroom with headphones on gaming.
GRRRRRR!!
Ream out JJ, get Hubby to at least take the antibiotic (only a couple of sips of water, tho - dammit) and set about trying to get him to decide which wrap he wants for lunch. It takes the better part of 20 minutes to figure out I have to make the decision for him - during which time he keeps making motions that he wants to get up, but when JJ & I go to help him, he backs off. I take his temp, and it's still 101.3.
One hour and a half later - and after several episodes of Hubby wanting to stand, and yet not succeeding when he won't work with JJ & me to help him (he has lousy balance on a good day) I badger him into drinking some more water. At that, Hubby caves back into his chair and falls asleep. I set about cancelling the chiro appt. altogether and clearing my calendar for the next day or so. I've seen him do this before - kinda - and I know this isn't A Good Thing.
Hubby wakes up, face very red, wanting to get up, but can't. I take his temp: 103.6!! I give him more acetominophen and call 911.
Long story short: we spend 5 hours in the Emergency Room. Hubby gets IV antibiotic and ibuprofen. In the end, he gets sent home with NO idea exactly what is infected and giving him grief - and with instructions to come back to the ER tomorrow (this morning) to hopefully finish figuring out what's going on.
I'm exhausted by the time we get home. Don't sleep well either because I'm overtired and stressed. Hospital chairs are the least comfortable things in the world to sit in for 5 hours!!!
And guess what? I get to look forward to more of the same - less the severe worries about Hubby ending up admitted.
Yippee. (Please note lack of enthusiasm.) Have I mentioned I hate hospitals lately? Saw too many of them about 6-7 years ago, haven't changed my opinion.
Not yesterday. Oh no!
If you want to make the Universe laugh, make plans. The Universe was rolling on the floor for me yesterday.
Woke up and had son JJ tell me his dad wasn't up yet. That's unusual, for Hubby's habit of several decades is to be up at just about the crack of dawn. Went in, and Hubby is answering questions with one word and just not quite all "there". He's got a fever of 101.1, which, at 9AM, is worrisome. I make appointment with his doctor, realize I probably won't make my own noon appt., reschedule for 3:30PM. At 10, the fever has shot up to 102.3 - at which point, I give Hubby some acetominophen. By the time the doctor sees him, he's back to 101 and a few points, and gets a prescription for a broad-spectrum antibiotic for a possible kidney/bladder infection.
Hokay. I take Hubby home, tell JJ to watch Dad while I go pick up meds and lunch. I get home to Hubby in his chair in the living room, BACK to speaking in one-word sentences and not quite really answering the questions - while JJ is back in his bedroom with headphones on gaming.
GRRRRRR!!
Ream out JJ, get Hubby to at least take the antibiotic (only a couple of sips of water, tho - dammit) and set about trying to get him to decide which wrap he wants for lunch. It takes the better part of 20 minutes to figure out I have to make the decision for him - during which time he keeps making motions that he wants to get up, but when JJ & I go to help him, he backs off. I take his temp, and it's still 101.3.
One hour and a half later - and after several episodes of Hubby wanting to stand, and yet not succeeding when he won't work with JJ & me to help him (he has lousy balance on a good day) I badger him into drinking some more water. At that, Hubby caves back into his chair and falls asleep. I set about cancelling the chiro appt. altogether and clearing my calendar for the next day or so. I've seen him do this before - kinda - and I know this isn't A Good Thing.
Hubby wakes up, face very red, wanting to get up, but can't. I take his temp: 103.6!! I give him more acetominophen and call 911.
Long story short: we spend 5 hours in the Emergency Room. Hubby gets IV antibiotic and ibuprofen. In the end, he gets sent home with NO idea exactly what is infected and giving him grief - and with instructions to come back to the ER tomorrow (this morning) to hopefully finish figuring out what's going on.
I'm exhausted by the time we get home. Don't sleep well either because I'm overtired and stressed. Hospital chairs are the least comfortable things in the world to sit in for 5 hours!!!
And guess what? I get to look forward to more of the same - less the severe worries about Hubby ending up admitted.
Yippee. (Please note lack of enthusiasm.) Have I mentioned I hate hospitals lately? Saw too many of them about 6-7 years ago, haven't changed my opinion.
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I know how you feel about hospitals (we've had this conversation before), so I feel for you.
Please let me and the rest of the folks around here know how he's doing and what's going on.
And try and take care of yourself, too. Okay? ::worried look::
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He's to continue his current antibiotics & follow up with primary care doc. He says he's gonna veg out today - I know that's what I'm gonna be doing!! I need food and some kick-back time.
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Not fond of hospitals myself...
- Erulisse (one L)
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JJ is a typical obsessive gamer - but he guilts well into doing what he's supposed to. Some of it I lay to Hubby more or less telling him to let him be - and JJ simply doing as told. Hubby can't boss me like that. I know better than to let him.
Talk to you mañana.
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I hate to say it but that sounds like possibly maybe a stroke, did that issue get ruled out in the ER? Did they test his heart functioning too?? That's a LOT of neurological symptoms for an infection.
ETA apparently bacterial UTI infections, esp. if it's got as far as his kidneys, can commonly cause confusion, so maybe I'm overreacting.
Did they give him a CT scan? Was his blood pressure normal?
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No - no stroke. He's been on blood thinners for years as a preventative for that. It was just the fever robbing him of his wits. As for the rest, yes, they ran heart tests. He has atrial fibrulation (I think that's how it's spelled) so watching his heartbeat on the monitor was quite the trip.
When he got to the hospital, his number were WAY out of whack. Blood sugars over 220, blood pressure 184/89, fast pulse, the whole nine yards. This morning, blood sugars under 125, BP 150-something over 72, no fever, heartbeat steady and not racing. They kicked him loose with instructions to follow up with the primary care and keep on with the antibiotics. He's done a lot of sleeping this afternoon - not surprising - but I'm having to nag him about eating again, dammit.
Gotta make supper - so will make it one he likes. All in all, I'm not a worried mess today. Maybe I'll actually sleep tonite? Maybe?
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I'm really, really sorry to hear this and I am thinking about ya and throwing good thoughts across the pond and in your general direction chuck *hug*
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How is he feeling nowÉ How is the wound on his legÉ On the bright side, if nothing but skin bacteria grew in his blood culture, the antibiotics must have killed whatever was causing the infection, which is what you want.
Urinary tract infections can sometimes cause blood sepsis.
Is that wound on his leg largeÉ Has it been there a long time (chronic) or is it recent and healingÉ Diabetics are notoriously slow healers. It was one of the things that made me suspect my dad was diabetic (and he is).
I hope everything ok now!