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Ah zut alors, another LONG and emotional day.
My sister and I took over after our brother this morning just after nine, and the night hadnt been to horrible. But dad started coughing around 10 and it felt like he never stopped. My sister left around half past eleven and I spent the day with dad until mum showed up around three. Did some taste-exercises, and even if he coughed a lot he did get some rest in the wheel-chair.
But then around four in the afternoon the oxygen saturation level dipped a bit again, and I got really worried. They gave him a new kind of inhalation that was supposed to make the phlegm softer and thinner or something, but it took ages before anything happened. I was worried the inhalation had affected his lungs in some other way but then they cleaned the tracheo-thingy and didnt want to start giving him oxygen even if I did. My sister showed up again at five o'clock, and since I had some other things to sort out I decided to trust her to sort out the oxygen thing and call me when things were calmer. Yeah right, calmer!
I did my chores and then bumped into my friend K who I hadn't seen since the 8th of March, so I had a chat with her, but naturally the phone rang and mum was worried about dad. They had called the CIVA emergency team to come up to the neurology ward and suck some more phlegm, since they are allowed to go deeper (doctors!) etc..
So I freaked out and jumped on the tram and headed back to the hospital and arrived just after the CIVA team had left. Dad was still coughing like mad, but slowly slowly it eased down a bit. My brother was coming back for another night-shift, but we were all there until things had calmed down a good bit more.Mum and I left a bit after eleven, and then my sister just came back at half past midnight. Dad was finally sleeping and the super-team of the GOOD night-nurses where there (for once luck was on our side) and had manged to put dad in that magic position that make him calm down and fall asleep pretty much at once. There are maybe two or three nurses out of maybe thirty who manage that!
So yeah, emotional roller-coaster take fivehundred and eleven. And maybe it wasn't as bad as many others we've had, but I was SO tired and sad and worn out that it felt horrible. I just pray and hope that dad gets some proper rest now.
My sister and I took over after our brother this morning just after nine, and the night hadnt been to horrible. But dad started coughing around 10 and it felt like he never stopped. My sister left around half past eleven and I spent the day with dad until mum showed up around three. Did some taste-exercises, and even if he coughed a lot he did get some rest in the wheel-chair.
But then around four in the afternoon the oxygen saturation level dipped a bit again, and I got really worried. They gave him a new kind of inhalation that was supposed to make the phlegm softer and thinner or something, but it took ages before anything happened. I was worried the inhalation had affected his lungs in some other way but then they cleaned the tracheo-thingy and didnt want to start giving him oxygen even if I did. My sister showed up again at five o'clock, and since I had some other things to sort out I decided to trust her to sort out the oxygen thing and call me when things were calmer. Yeah right, calmer!
I did my chores and then bumped into my friend K who I hadn't seen since the 8th of March, so I had a chat with her, but naturally the phone rang and mum was worried about dad. They had called the CIVA emergency team to come up to the neurology ward and suck some more phlegm, since they are allowed to go deeper (doctors!) etc..
So I freaked out and jumped on the tram and headed back to the hospital and arrived just after the CIVA team had left. Dad was still coughing like mad, but slowly slowly it eased down a bit. My brother was coming back for another night-shift, but we were all there until things had calmed down a good bit more.Mum and I left a bit after eleven, and then my sister just came back at half past midnight. Dad was finally sleeping and the super-team of the GOOD night-nurses where there (for once luck was on our side) and had manged to put dad in that magic position that make him calm down and fall asleep pretty much at once. There are maybe two or three nurses out of maybe thirty who manage that!
So yeah, emotional roller-coaster take fivehundred and eleven. And maybe it wasn't as bad as many others we've had, but I was SO tired and sad and worn out that it felt horrible. I just pray and hope that dad gets some proper rest now.