well, as of 7 pm when they threw me out, they said his lungs looked good. no pneumonia. he is severely dehydrated. His INF levels were at around 5 and they should be around 2 -3. That means his blood is too thin and they cant risk putting in main line sorts of IV until they get them lower. He is on trickle size needle IV in his hand until then. that means that meds get in slower. His BP is remaining around 90/45, which is too low for him to be allowed to move around. They are giving him plasma to thicken up his blood. A mean monster grade antibiotic. They seem to feel now that he has some sort of blood born infection. They have him held to the bed with restraints so he doesn't blow out the little IVs. They have him lying on his back. They don't want him reclining position because with his pressure so low, he risks severe damage to his kidneys and other organs if his heart has to work too hard to get blood to them. He has a raging fever and is delirious.
He hates me. I won't set him free, I won't untie him. I won't help him rip out tubes. I won't adjust the bed so that his heart is higher than his other organs so that he can recline. I won't let him get up. I let them put in catheter (I really didn't get a vote) so they can measure his fluid output. Worst of all, I left the TV on a basketball game.
Needless to say, being able to express hatred and threaten me is a MARKED improvement over me only being able to know he was alive was to tug on his arm and feel some resistance when I had to call 911 because his eyes were rolled and he couldn't speak, and I couldn't move him and I was scared he was dead on the bedroom floor. I did not know how long he had lain there. I had gotten up to pee at 3 and he was sitting on the side of the bed. I got up at 7 and he wasn't. I found him on the floor.
I told him to hate me all he wants. He has to get better if he wants to be able to get out of bed and kick my ass. He has to get released before he can choke me for letting "hosedraggers" into the house with the ambulance crew. I even put my fingers in my ears and waggled my hands and blew raspberries to emphasize the point.
He was groaning and in pain. I told him "suck it up princess".
I got thrown out for agitating the patient.
I don't care that they threw me out. I made him mad enough to keep fighting and not give up. I almost died myself when he told his mother he was dying. That hurt the most.
please keep praying.. I appreciate them all.
love woobie
