My dad was in the hospital. My mom called the house and said dad was acting weird. I went over and he was huddled on the floor in his room not dressed and wouldn't get up. I waited for a while to see if he would move. He kept insisting that he was fine. He didn't so I called Jeff. My dad kind of scares me still and I knew that I needed help and Jeff was here to I figured he would know what to do. He came over and tried to reason with him and finally gave the signal for me to call 911. We had the fire department come and they sent him to the hospital. Tami went with them as well and the two of them stayed with him while I stayed with my mom. Tami and I have this unwritten deal that I stay with my mom and she stays with dad. It works well for us all.
He had a UTI and that tends to make people his age delirious. He had all of the tests and everything else is fine but they kept him for four days. I think they were concerned about him having a stroke since my Grandpa did so long ago.
When my dad gets sick things tend to fall apart. He takes such good care of my mom and often times does not ask for help. And when he is down both of them are in a pickle. We did a lot of thinking and planning right after he got home about what will happen eventually. I hate those discussions but we got if figured out, at least Jeff, Tami, and I know what their wishes are. Getting old sucks!!
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