Thursday, 06 September 2012
Sitting here with a cup of coffee looking at reality.
This morning TD seemed to be having another good day.
After his morning care giver got him up and showered he mentioned he would like to go out to the point and watch the ocean.
My son had a meeting at the college for his Fall classes and asked me to wait til tomorrow when he would be home to go with us. I told him I thought we would be ok since TD has been having such good days. He helped TD get settled in the car and we left.
When we got there TD wanted to get out and sit on a big piece of drift wood and put his feet in the sand. It was just a short distance so I felt it was alright, and he walked on his own with a huge grin on his face, and sat down on a big drift wood log near the car.
He sat down and was totally loving the smells, sights and sounds of the ocean. He quit laughing at the antics of the shore birds and got quiet and slid down into the sand on his knees.
The aphasia hit and he lost feeling on his right side. I could not get him up and he was gone mentally, so he could not help me.
No cell phone coverage and no one around.
All I could do was sit and talk to him and I was scared.
It was 80 degrees and we were in the direct sun which is dangerous for him.
Yes I was scared but all I could do was sit there with him until he returned mentally or someone came along to help me. He is to big for me to try to get up, and if I try he always gets more stressed and the tremors begin, and get severe.
Forty minutes later he was back mentally and able to help me get him into the car.
I stopped at the walk in clinic at the beach on the way home and explained the situation to them and they would not treat him. His tremors were bad and I even called his in home nurse and she called the clinic to give them the information on him. I called in home care nurse and she said call an ambulance and I did , and they took him into the local hospital in town, where his in home nurse and care giver were waiting for him.
They sedated him at the hospital to ease the tremors and care giver and nurse helped me get him in the car.
My son was home to help get him in, and in home care help got him settled into bed.
I told in home nurse I felt guilty that I had put him in that situation and she smiled and said, but you gave him the joy of the ocean also.
So we are home and he is on the sofa relaxing watching the demo convention.
I have a meeting with in home nurse here in our apt., later tonight, to sit up an emergency back pack with things he needs if he cycles down away from home.
The days of him and I crusing down the old beach road with AC/DC blaring in the car cd player are over, but there are still many days of our morning, and evening discussions at the kitchen table left.
They say it is not over til the fat lady sings, and this short, gray haired chubby lady is not going to sing:)
This is the first time I have really looked at the reality of his health and how it is cycling down so quick.
Please say a prayer for my buddy. TY in advance.