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pensnestToday was supposed to be a busy day, and indeed it was, but not quite as intended.
FIL had a stroke. We hadn't realised he'd struggled to get dressed this morning, as we don't usually see a lot of him first thing—he gets his breakfast and gets on his computer, rather as we do. Julian did think, when he popped his head round to say we were off to the gym, that his father was a bit fuzzy-voiced, but put it down to phlegm or having a bad night or whatever.
When we came back at 11.30, the man who is building the greenhouse onto the front of the building* let us know that he'd found FIL on the floor and had helped him get up and put him into his armchair. We later discovered that he had fallen earlier and the postman had helped him.
My quartet were arriving for a rehearsal, and I didn't catch up with all this, as Beast was dealing with his Dad and called the NHS advice line while the four of us were working through possible song choices. Beast was advised to get an appointment with the GP, but managed to speak to the GP who said, Accident & Emergency now, please. So my quartet went elsewhere, I packed FIL a bag, we helped him into the car and went off to the hospital. I deposited them at A&E and when I got there after parking the car, found that there was no queue and FIL was installed in a cubicle in the main A&E suite.
He was visited by several nurses, had bloods taken and an ECG and various tests and an MRI, and eventually a doctor came along and went through an extensive series of tests of his limbs. Mind you, during the afternoon his speech definitely got better and better, and he was obviously able to use both hands and move both legs. He was given things to eat and drink to see whether he could, and he managed everything-yogurt, banana, biscuits, even a tuna sandwich—very well except the water, which made him cough, which was a bad thing.
I had to depart briefly and ineffectually at this point for an appointment that the other party failed to keep, grr, and when I got back I found that FIL was about to be moved to a ward. We stayed with him as he went off to X-ray to have his throat examined and then was wheeled up to the ward. Unless something goes wrong we expect he will come home tomorrow, although we're not sure if the house has to be inspected for safety hazards first.
Yeah. So my starving husband and I (no lunch, and no swallow test either) got a curry from the takeaway at the top of the street, and I got back onto my timetable and completed my chorus newsletter.
I'm still going to London tomorrow for the rally, but Beast will stay here and, hopefully, bring his dad home at some point during the day. After that, it remains to be seen what level of care FIL will need on a day-to-day basis.
* Have I whined about the greenhouse on the front of the building? Probably not, but this doesn't feel like the right time.
FIL had a stroke. We hadn't realised he'd struggled to get dressed this morning, as we don't usually see a lot of him first thing—he gets his breakfast and gets on his computer, rather as we do. Julian did think, when he popped his head round to say we were off to the gym, that his father was a bit fuzzy-voiced, but put it down to phlegm or having a bad night or whatever.
When we came back at 11.30, the man who is building the greenhouse onto the front of the building* let us know that he'd found FIL on the floor and had helped him get up and put him into his armchair. We later discovered that he had fallen earlier and the postman had helped him.
My quartet were arriving for a rehearsal, and I didn't catch up with all this, as Beast was dealing with his Dad and called the NHS advice line while the four of us were working through possible song choices. Beast was advised to get an appointment with the GP, but managed to speak to the GP who said, Accident & Emergency now, please. So my quartet went elsewhere, I packed FIL a bag, we helped him into the car and went off to the hospital. I deposited them at A&E and when I got there after parking the car, found that there was no queue and FIL was installed in a cubicle in the main A&E suite.
He was visited by several nurses, had bloods taken and an ECG and various tests and an MRI, and eventually a doctor came along and went through an extensive series of tests of his limbs. Mind you, during the afternoon his speech definitely got better and better, and he was obviously able to use both hands and move both legs. He was given things to eat and drink to see whether he could, and he managed everything-yogurt, banana, biscuits, even a tuna sandwich—very well except the water, which made him cough, which was a bad thing.
I had to depart briefly and ineffectually at this point for an appointment that the other party failed to keep, grr, and when I got back I found that FIL was about to be moved to a ward. We stayed with him as he went off to X-ray to have his throat examined and then was wheeled up to the ward. Unless something goes wrong we expect he will come home tomorrow, although we're not sure if the house has to be inspected for safety hazards first.
Yeah. So my starving husband and I (no lunch, and no swallow test either) got a curry from the takeaway at the top of the street, and I got back onto my timetable and completed my chorus newsletter.
I'm still going to London tomorrow for the rally, but Beast will stay here and, hopefully, bring his dad home at some point during the day. After that, it remains to be seen what level of care FIL will need on a day-to-day basis.
* Have I whined about the greenhouse on the front of the building? Probably not, but this doesn't feel like the right time.
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Date: 2018-05-04 10:56 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2018-05-05 06:06 am (UTC)Best wishes.
A friend of mine had a stroke, and manages with a walking stick, to parent two young children. D gets very tired and needs a lot of rest, but has otherwise managed an almost full recovery.
It took about four years from the stroke to almost full recovery, so don't assume that loss of function now means loss of function forever.
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Date: 2018-05-08 10:18 am (UTC)Thinking of you all.
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Date: 2018-05-10 07:59 am (UTC)Do reach out to The Stroke Association, they were wonderful when my FIL had a stroke - more useful information than the NHS.
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