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Fevers can be scary....
Mar. 28th, 2015 07:57 amThursday I called mom during the day to check in with her, mostly to let her know that after a lot of emotional drama at work I didn't have the energy to come for dinner.
She expressed concern about Dad saying he'd fallen twice, was falling immediately to sleep when he sat down, couldn't get up out of the chair by himself, was complaining about being hot and then cold, and just generally wasn't doing well. I asked her if she'd talked to the cardiologist or the doctor since he had a problem with shortness of breath when they were at the coast two weeks ago and the chemical stress test hadn't been done yet. I reminded her that those were similar symptoms to what he was having before they put the stint in or it could be signs of an infection or stroke. I convinced her she needed to take him to urgent care.
When they got to urgent care, they took his temperature, discovered it was 102.4 and sent him to the ER. Long story short, after lots of waiting, tests, and fluids, they determined he had a virus and was dehydrated, then sent him home to recover.
Last night I stopped by and his fever was up again and he was not very lucid. He would start a sentence and look at us expecting a response but without a complete sentence we couldn't figure out how to answer him. He was in a chills stage and shaking so bad he couldn't hold on to anything. He had a muscle cramp and we stood him up to try to help work it out but I thought he was going to knock me over he was leaning back so hard. He surely would have toppled over backwards if I had not been holding onto him. Once we got him into bed with a heating pad on the cramped muscle I started to head out but he called me back to ask if I had "got it all off?" I had no idea what he was asking.
So I said, " what was I supposed to get off dad, can you give me the context?"
He responded with, "I don't know but I was supposed to ask you if you got it all off"
He was looking at me expectantly so I finally said, "To the best of my knowledge, dad"
He relaxed then, told me good night and I went into the living room with mom. We looked perplexidly at each other and I shared what had happened with Andrea, and then we all dissolved into hysterical laughter.
Well, what else could we do? It's rather scary but as long as it's just febril ramblings, it is rather funny.
I have, however been wracking my brain trying to figure out what I was supposed to get off.
She expressed concern about Dad saying he'd fallen twice, was falling immediately to sleep when he sat down, couldn't get up out of the chair by himself, was complaining about being hot and then cold, and just generally wasn't doing well. I asked her if she'd talked to the cardiologist or the doctor since he had a problem with shortness of breath when they were at the coast two weeks ago and the chemical stress test hadn't been done yet. I reminded her that those were similar symptoms to what he was having before they put the stint in or it could be signs of an infection or stroke. I convinced her she needed to take him to urgent care.
When they got to urgent care, they took his temperature, discovered it was 102.4 and sent him to the ER. Long story short, after lots of waiting, tests, and fluids, they determined he had a virus and was dehydrated, then sent him home to recover.
Last night I stopped by and his fever was up again and he was not very lucid. He would start a sentence and look at us expecting a response but without a complete sentence we couldn't figure out how to answer him. He was in a chills stage and shaking so bad he couldn't hold on to anything. He had a muscle cramp and we stood him up to try to help work it out but I thought he was going to knock me over he was leaning back so hard. He surely would have toppled over backwards if I had not been holding onto him. Once we got him into bed with a heating pad on the cramped muscle I started to head out but he called me back to ask if I had "got it all off?" I had no idea what he was asking.
So I said, " what was I supposed to get off dad, can you give me the context?"
He responded with, "I don't know but I was supposed to ask you if you got it all off"
He was looking at me expectantly so I finally said, "To the best of my knowledge, dad"
He relaxed then, told me good night and I went into the living room with mom. We looked perplexidly at each other and I shared what had happened with Andrea, and then we all dissolved into hysterical laughter.
Well, what else could we do? It's rather scary but as long as it's just febril ramblings, it is rather funny.
I have, however been wracking my brain trying to figure out what I was supposed to get off.
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