I posted in Marilyn's post about my dad taking another fall last Thursday and being taken to the hospital with a fever of 102.
The Dr. released him Friday but felt he needed to be in a skilled nursing facility and receive some physical therapy before going back to his apartment at his independent living facility.
I met my twin at the skilled nursing facility about 3:30 pm on Saturday and they got dad into a room.
I was shocked when he began reaching out for things in mid-air that were not there and saying things that didn't make sense. It was like the father I knew was in a different reality and I knew he had not been drugged up at the hospital because they were reluctant to even give him a 5mg norco.
I was freaking out thinking this was how he would be from now on.
Sunday morning I started making calls to his case worker, and the Dr. who had treated him to see if thay had done a brain scan or anything that would indicate brain trauma like a brain bleed when he fell.
As the Dr. and hospital had no way of knowing what his "normal" was I thought they might assume that at 97, they were seeing his normal behavior.
I was so relieved when I went to see him yesterday and he was back to normal.
AND
I was sure glad I don't smoke anymore.
