Daddy stops breathing.
Sunday Morning, I woke up around 8:45. I went in and said good morning to Maurine. Started my weekend routine of going into the kitchen scoping out the fridge, closing it, opening it again, and then closing it again. Nothing I wanted to eat.
I go into my dad's room asking him what he wants to eat for breakfast, so I can give him his meds. He's breathing is funny. Shallow and short. Uh oh. I ask him 2 or 3 times if he wants his breathing treatment. He finally nods. Breathing treatment... ok got it. Wait. where is it? How do I do it? He's always done it himself? I ask Maurine she shows me where it is. Eugene races in and shows me what to do.
OK ready. Give him his treatment. He won't close his lips around it. He's gotta close his lips and inhale. Daddy, close your lips! -_- . Not working. Maurine is dialing 911. I'm putting my hands around his lips trying to make the effect of a mask. He's breathing is still funny. Really short and quick. He's not responding.
He stops breathing.
I start crying. Daddy Breathe! Daddy Breathe. Come on Daddy! I am hugging him, and shaking him. I slapped his face (lightly) a couple of times. His hands are blue. The blue is rising around his face and lips. DADDY COME BACK.
He looks at me, and inhales deeply. The paramedic arrives. They do their thing. He goes to the hospital. We follow in the car. He's on life support. They tell us, his heart almost stopped beating.
Yesterday, he was still on the ventilator. Went in to see him, and its out. He doesnt remember anything, he says WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED. He woke up and found himself on the ventilator.
So as of yesterday he was spunky, alive. The first time in weeks that he seemed like his old self. He's been really weak and non responsive the last 4 weeks.
He laughed when we told him what happened. He said, "Scared ya didn't I?"
Little shit.
I go into my dad's room asking him what he wants to eat for breakfast, so I can give him his meds. He's breathing is funny. Shallow and short. Uh oh. I ask him 2 or 3 times if he wants his breathing treatment. He finally nods. Breathing treatment... ok got it. Wait. where is it? How do I do it? He's always done it himself? I ask Maurine she shows me where it is. Eugene races in and shows me what to do.
OK ready. Give him his treatment. He won't close his lips around it. He's gotta close his lips and inhale. Daddy, close your lips! -_- . Not working. Maurine is dialing 911. I'm putting my hands around his lips trying to make the effect of a mask. He's breathing is still funny. Really short and quick. He's not responding.
He stops breathing.
I start crying. Daddy Breathe! Daddy Breathe. Come on Daddy! I am hugging him, and shaking him. I slapped his face (lightly) a couple of times. His hands are blue. The blue is rising around his face and lips. DADDY COME BACK.
He looks at me, and inhales deeply. The paramedic arrives. They do their thing. He goes to the hospital. We follow in the car. He's on life support. They tell us, his heart almost stopped beating.
Yesterday, he was still on the ventilator. Went in to see him, and its out. He doesnt remember anything, he says WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED. He woke up and found himself on the ventilator.
So as of yesterday he was spunky, alive. The first time in weeks that he seemed like his old self. He's been really weak and non responsive the last 4 weeks.
He laughed when we told him what happened. He said, "Scared ya didn't I?"
Little shit.