Getting over the worst 8 days of my life
I saw ComputerScrapper's topic earlier this week, didnt want to post mine on top of his. I hope everything is doing well with you and yours.
Last Friday, my dad (60 yr old Vietnam Vet) had 4 seizures, fell and hit his head, and had to be takin to the ER.
The morning of Friday, my Dad got sick. Took his diabetes pills, then threw up. He takes 7 pills, but only 5 came out. So he took them again (makes sense). Well, doing this he doubled up on his meds that make his blood sugar drop.
He was fine for a couple hours, he yelled at me telling me to "get too work", that "ill be fine, dont worry about me". So i did. Went to my storage unit and started tearing down TV's. 2 hours into it i get a call from a buddy.
"Hey, your Dad is throwing up blood and doesnt know who we are, get your @$$ home now"
I freaked out. Rushed home. Made a 8 mile trip take 7 minutes, in traffic. More than doubling the MPH in certain places. Got home, he was sitting in his room saying "whats going on, what happened". I rubbed his back and asked "Pops, its yer son, do you know who i am?" He said "Yea son, i do. I love you". I went outside to flag down the ambulance. By the time we got back inside he had walked to the living room and sat in his chair. Me and my 2 friends that called me, were forced out back.
That lasted about 1 minute for me. Went back inside, just in time to see Dad having another seizure in his chair. I dropped, and just lost it. They forced me outside again. I came back in about 2 minutes later, to see dad flat lined on the gurney (sp?). They were using the paddles on him then.
They got him in the ambulance, thats when he started fighting them. He was "very combative" as the hospital put it. Were guessing it was a mixture of the confusing from the seizures, and some of his PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder) acting up. They were strapping him down, so it makes sense. He had another seizure then.
We followed them to the hospital, he had yet another seizure in the ER.
After a LONG 6 hours in the waiting room, they finally got him stable enough to move to the ICU (intensive care unit). We could finally see him them. He looked asleep, calm.
A normal person, it would only take a LITTLE bit of 1 brand of sedative to knock them out for a bit. Dad, they used 8 (yeah, EIGHT) different kinds of sedatives to knock him out. They finally had to put him in a medically induced coma, just to get him to stop fighting them.
A long 4 days passed. They finally woke him up. The next day, we took him home.
My dad is still a bit confused. But he's doing remarkably good. He has about 99% of his memory back, no longer has the "electrical vibrations" he was feeling inside of his body. He still has a BAD headache, and his tongue hurts a lot. He bit it and took a chunk out when he had his seizures.
Looking back on this hellatious event, i see how fragile life is, and how easy it is to take every day for granted. I am so happy to have my Father home, and almost back to normal. No brain damage, nothing wrong.
Talk about a strong guy.
Think i made this topic mainly for me, just need to talk to somebody every now and again.
Thanks for your time yall.
