Yeah. Back again.
After a trip to the emergency room on Sunday night, they admitted Dad to the hospital with an infection in his chest wound.
He is, to put it mildly, annoyed to be back.
Drew and I flew down Monday morning, thanks to my amazing hubby… He walked us through security and even put us on the plane. It was amazing and warranted, since I wasn’t in great shape.
I promise I’m not this much of a basket case… My nerves are just kind of shot.
So now. He’s still in the hospital. They are attacking him with multiple antibiotics and have done some interesting things to drain and clear the incision. I won’t get into the details but whoa…
He thinks he’s coming home tomorrow, but it’s still pretty up in the air.
I have had several run-ins with some completely moronic nurses and I’ve only been here for 36 hours. They are not thrilled to see me when I come onto the floor. However, I believe in advocating for the patient, and three hours to get pain meds on board when you have a four inch hole in your chest is unacceptable. Bring it on nurses.
Anyway, that’s where we stand. Not sure when he’s coming home. Not sure when we are coming home. Sigh.
Ready to cheer up PopPop…