Emergency Room Visit

Kenzie and I are fine. Like I said last night, Jess completely lost touch with reality. He couldn’t speak coherent sentences and when asked what Chris’s name was he replied with 115. The more we thought about it, the more we worried about a stroke, so we called for an ambulance. Getting him to go was a task because he wasn’t listening to anyone, and was getting very agitated. He was about to attempt to sign a refusal of care, when I asked him to go, and for whatever reason he just got up and went out to the stretcher. At the hospital he didn’t know where he was, and a few times he tried to take out his iv. We stayed there until 5 am. Cat scan and blood work were all normal, so thank goodness no stroke. Better safe than sorry. But they did hopefully find the problem, and he should be fine in a few days. Apparently a UTI can cause mind altered status in elderly. We try and keep him drinking water, but it’s hard because when the colon is sick it becomes a sponge for water. So he needs twice the water he’s been having now. They gave him some super antibiotics and a prescription for cipro. We’re very relieved that it’s just a uti and not something worse. Makes me feel a little more hopeful that he’s not going as fast as we thought. Let’s hope this helps. We thought he was dying last night. We seriously thought that he’d be gone by the next few days.

I did notice something interesting. I noticed that I was emergency room royalty, which is weird in itself. Apparently you can’t be pregnant and in a hospital unless your giving birth. Especially not in the ER. Every time I turned around I was being questioned on how I was feeling. The desk guy stopped helping someone else because we were waiting at the lobby to talk with him. The janitor asked me if I needed a chair when I was waiting outside Jess’s room for him to give a sample. Our nurse brought me two pillows, a blanket, a comfy desk chair, and a plastic one for my feet. I told her I was fine, and next thing I know she’s running back and forth whipping pillows out of her ass. I asked another nurse earlier for a spare pillow for Jess, and she told me they didn’t have any extras. So apparently our nurse stole them all. She was a sweetheart too, really liked her job, you could tell. Her hubby is fighting for our country right now.

So we’re home now, obviously and it’s afternoon, everyone is sleeping. But me. I woke up about an hour ago, but I’m still pretty tired. Chris and I both got doctor’s notes. I called out before deciding to take Jess to the ER because with his altered status we didn’t want to leave Sandra here alone with him. If one of can’t get him to do something, the other will ask the same question, and usually he’ll agree with one of the three of us. It’s sad because he looks so confused. I was so scared for him. It was breaking my heart.

It’s hard too because I’m expected to be the strong one, Chris and his mom don’t think rationally when there’s a  situation like this. Chris gets very hyper, and doesn’t time things correctly, and he often overstates or forgets something important. I guess I sit back and access while keeping track of times and important details.

Kenzie did keep me good company last night. She was awake and moving all night at the ER. Chris left a few times to get me some food, and to check on his mom. I’m glad we’re home, and that Jess is going to get back to normal.