STRESS *pulls hair*
Sorry I haven't been on in, like, FOREVER. Lots going on this week. But before I go on, thanks to everyone who wished me a Happy Birthday. *hugs f-list*
And on to the stress and reason I haven't been on.
On Tuesday morning I went downstairs to go to the bathroom, but Uncle was in there. No big deal. WAited for a while, couldn't hold it anymore, had to improvise. Went back upstairs and started to drift off to sleep. Just about then, dad got up to go to the bathroom. I told him that about half an hour before Uncle had still been in there, so good luck. (Uncle had been pretty sick for a few days, so I didn't think too much of him taking a long time in the bathroom.) A few minutes later, dad calls me downstairs, so I go down. He's all "Go see if you can get a response out of him, I can't." So I went to the bathroomn door and called Uncle's name, no response and he was breathing funny. Dad called the ambulance. We were afraid he'd had another stroke. The ambulance finally made it here (is it bad that our town's main EMS workers just have to hear our last name and know where to go without an addy?) and got him to the hospital. Our little backyard guest made his way up by that point and we were talking about stuff while dad was getting ready so it took dad about an hour to get to the hospital. After a while, I went back to bed and had a small nap. When I got up I called dad to see what was going on.
Apperently, Uncle had been losing blood over the last week (he just had a 2 unit transfusion last Monday) and his blood pressure was so low that he was passing out. And where he thought he just had a bad cold, he had pnuemonia in one lung. They had to put him in the ICU to get rid of that before they could find out where he was leaking blood. He had 3 units by Tuesday night.
Well, just a little bit ago, dad got a call saying that they didn't think he was going to make it through the day and he didn't want to be alone, so he just headed off to the hospital. It's sad, but it's not really unexpected. He's been so frail lately and he just started Chemo about 2 weeks ago. Dad and I were kind of expecting this.
Well, now that I've thoroughly depressed you all, I have an appointment later and I still have to program the DVD player into our new Universal remote. I should get downstairs.
And on to the stress and reason I haven't been on.
On Tuesday morning I went downstairs to go to the bathroom, but Uncle was in there. No big deal. WAited for a while, couldn't hold it anymore, had to improvise. Went back upstairs and started to drift off to sleep. Just about then, dad got up to go to the bathroom. I told him that about half an hour before Uncle had still been in there, so good luck. (Uncle had been pretty sick for a few days, so I didn't think too much of him taking a long time in the bathroom.) A few minutes later, dad calls me downstairs, so I go down. He's all "Go see if you can get a response out of him, I can't." So I went to the bathroomn door and called Uncle's name, no response and he was breathing funny. Dad called the ambulance. We were afraid he'd had another stroke. The ambulance finally made it here (is it bad that our town's main EMS workers just have to hear our last name and know where to go without an addy?) and got him to the hospital. Our little backyard guest made his way up by that point and we were talking about stuff while dad was getting ready so it took dad about an hour to get to the hospital. After a while, I went back to bed and had a small nap. When I got up I called dad to see what was going on.
Apperently, Uncle had been losing blood over the last week (he just had a 2 unit transfusion last Monday) and his blood pressure was so low that he was passing out. And where he thought he just had a bad cold, he had pnuemonia in one lung. They had to put him in the ICU to get rid of that before they could find out where he was leaking blood. He had 3 units by Tuesday night.
Well, just a little bit ago, dad got a call saying that they didn't think he was going to make it through the day and he didn't want to be alone, so he just headed off to the hospital. It's sad, but it's not really unexpected. He's been so frail lately and he just started Chemo about 2 weeks ago. Dad and I were kind of expecting this.
Well, now that I've thoroughly depressed you all, I have an appointment later and I still have to program the DVD player into our new Universal remote. I should get downstairs.