I was just coming in to post. Thank goodness they let me bring him home tonight/ morning. It's late here but I'm so wound up it may take a bit to fall asleep.Oh no. Hope it's nothing severe. Is he going to stay the night?
They did two CT scans, one without contrast dye and one with.
He has an enlarged junction where they reattached him in 2009 after removing 11 1/2 inches of his colon because of cancer. He was bleeding this afternoon so I called his GP nurse and off to hospital he went. They gave him a coagulant and that stopped the bleeding, with a low dose of morphine and some zophran to ease the pain and nausea...Dad was higher than hell until he finally went to sleep. He was snoring so loud in ER the nurse had to shut his door, lol.
I have a few calls to make in the morning. I don't have a clue how he's going to prep for a colonoscopy. He can't tell if he has to go, and looking inside is the only way to be sure the enlargement isn't a tumor or something. It's also the only way to see what's causing the bleeding. They did a test for clotting factors, whateverthat is. Doc said if he flunked those they were keeping him. Thankfully, the treatment tonight caused the bleeding to stop. ER doc thinks it will crop back up with an irritant, and I'm to call 911 again if it does.
My brain hurts. It's been one thing right after another this week.
After a raspy phone conversation this morning with my mean sister I found out she had another heart attack on Tuesday and is in the hospital. One of the reasons she hadn't called/answered me. The docs put her on a respirator for fluid on her lungs and she couldn't breathe. They had just taken her off it on Wednesday. Seems she had the heart attack while in the hospital.
As I mentioned, she's battling gangrene. Now she tells me she has to prep for an endoscopy and colonoscopy because they want to be sure it hasn't infiltrated her organs. She has that test today, Friday.
While I was bouncing ideas over with my neice how best to take Dad to see the sister...because if she really is dying I'd rather they could visit one last time before...and Dad decides to go and need a ER visit.
The neighbor lady came over as the ambulance was loading Dad to ask if all was well and tease me about shooting up the night. I was in no mood, so I told her to keep herself locked up, (she's 83), because those hoodlums may come back.
What a darned set of 24-hours for sure.
I tossed Dad's jammies in the dryer with his blanket so he would warm up. Gosh he is very cold to the touch and his skin is the color of uncooked toast. He's ashy colored. Well after I fed him a glass of warmed milk and a peanut butter and cheese sandwich, we got him in his warmed pj's and under a nice warm blanket. He's snoring loudly, the baby monitor is squealing it out like a front row seat on a bass, lol, I think it's the morphine wearing off, coupled with all of the excitement.
Well loved or spoiled Dad, I don't want to entertain the thoughts his cancer is back. I can't phanthom an 81 year old with dementia and Parkinson’s going through that! so little sleep for me tonight, this morning, or whatever darned time it is