-----------------------------------------photo by Elaine A. RussellAt 3am we called the ambulance. Dad was incoherent, lethargic... and had a raging fever of 104 (axillary).... which means it was actually higher at the core of his being....
I hated to call the ambulance. Dad has only been home form the hospital for about a week... and I know that he would not want to go. That said... he really needed to go.
Mom and I spent the night in the ER, and he was admitted in the am. Diagnosis.... pneumonia.
This whole trip has been so topsy-turvy. None of it makes any sense. Dad will have a good day or two... and then a lousy day or two... and there doesn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to it.
Mom is holding up alright... but it is definitely wearing on her.
I hated to call the ambulance. Dad has only been home form the hospital for about a week... and I know that he would not want to go. That said... he really needed to go.
Mom and I spent the night in the ER, and he was admitted in the am. Diagnosis.... pneumonia.
This whole trip has been so topsy-turvy. None of it makes any sense. Dad will have a good day or two... and then a lousy day or two... and there doesn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to it.
Mom is holding up alright... but it is definitely wearing on her.
I'm sure there are some that could wax philosophically about this all.... but I can't... and I won't.