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The Washington Post, 20 April 2021 - "Prosecutors open criminal probe into police who allegedly broke the arm of a 73-year-old woman with dementia"

I mean, what the actual [fruit]? From the sound of it, the officer in question not only needs to lose his job and be charged with assault, he needs therapy. What kind of person comes upon an elderly woman who doesn't seem to have her [stuff] together and just beats her up? This is also an example of why law enforcement officers should be professionally licensed by some national oversight body. Even if he doesn't go to jail, it's critical that this guy is never, ever given a badge and a gun ever again, anywhere. Police, if you're reading this, you really need to get your mother[loving] houses in order. Seriously. This is - maybe literally - insane. Pull your collective [stuff] together.
 
My father called me at work at around 11:40 this morning, clearly in some distress. He said he could hardly sit much less stand up. He then said that he was trying to clear things off a chair to sit in, before I heard a loud crash. That was apparently him falling down. He said he was too dizzy and too weak to move.

At first I was worried he could have broken something (with osteopoenia and avascular necrosis in his arthritic hip, that is certainly a risk), but he insisted he was not in pain. I was thinking it could have been caused by dehydration, so I cor mom to bring him a cup of water. At first dad was saying we needed to call 911 and have someone take him to the ER, but he seemed to back down from that after a while.

I finished up the task I was in the middle of and then left work early. Before starting my vehicle I left a text and voicemail message asking advice from my oldest half brother, who is a physical therapist. (We had been meaning to talk to him for advice for finding a good orthopedist to see about whether it is a good idea to get dad a hip replacement at his age and in his condition, so I mentioned that in the message too.) When I was almost back home he texted back that I should call 911 just to be on the safe side.

When I got home I found dad laying awkwardly on the floor of his office area of the living room, right next to a new large dent in the wall. It looks like it was made by his head hitting it hard, but dad insisted that his head didn't hit anything as he caught himself with his arm. About half of the skin between the elbow and shoulder of his left arm had been scraped off. I guess that it could have hit the wall, but it looked to me more like it scraped against the now somewhat blodly metal filing boxed on the floor behind him.

Dad said that by the time I got home he was feeling better, no longer dizzy anymore but still not sure he would be able to get up. I went ahead and called 911 then. The operator suggested I have his stay still and not try to move him until paramedics could get there. (When he said he thinks he had to go to the bathroom she changed to saying I could try to help him to the toilet, but then we settled for him instead peeing into a cup without moving much.)

The first think the EMTs noticed was the blood on his nose and assumed he had just hit his head, but that was actually from yesterday when he banged his nose into the door while getting out of my car on the way back from his oncologist.

Dad wanted them to help him stand up, but they insisted they needed to check his vitals first. They said he seemed to be ok, but his blood pressure was quite high (178 over something). When they helped him up dad said he could not tell yet whether he was dizzy again. They checked him blood pressure again and seeing his systolic pressure had dropped to 80 told him that he must be dizzy. They insisted that he ought to go to the hospital to see what could have caused such serious orthostatic hypotension. He was reluctant, but eventually agreed.

They said that the hospital we usually use was completely full due to covid. They just came from there and were told they had to divert all patients away, so they instead suggested the next closest hospital.


They asked if he was on any blood thinners. They said that if he was then would be required to take him to a specialized trauma ward, which would be further away. I told them that it is not a simple question as his cancer drug can act like a blood thinner in many patients, but that his oncologist told us yesterday after looking over his latest bloodwork that dad is among the small minority whose platelets are completely unaffected.


They did a EKG in the ambulance while sorting out the medical history, getting contact info, etc. One of the EMTs thought that he saw a pattern that tends indicates ischemia, but the other seemed less sure. When I heard Ischemia I assumed a minor stroke (like I suspect mom had before her major strokes), but this EMT seemed sure that that was not the case. He said it would be an issue with the heart or with his thyroid.


I got a text message from the hospital with a link to check on wait times and progress. It is showing me that Dad has passed the Initial Treatment & Triage, Move to Treatment Area, and Assessmen & Treatment phases. It estimates 1 hour 30 minutes to 2 hours o finish the Findings & Next Steps phase, before Admission, Discharge, or Transfer.
 
I finally got through to an ER nurse working dad's case. When were just about ready to get off the line she saw his doctor walking by, so she had me speak with her too.

Dad's blood work looked good.
His x-ray looked good, except for a possible sign of a small pneumonia, very similar to the one last time that disappeared with 5 days on antibiotics.
They are still waiting on urinalysis.
His EKG shows an atrial flutter, which is not too bad now but they think it may have been more rapid this morning and could have caused his fall.

They plan to admit him to their Cardiology unit for observation overnight. He will most likely come home either tomorrow or Friday.

They say he is stable and seems to be thinking clearly, but noted that he is very hard of hearing and is complaining that we forgot to give him his hearing aid before they drove away.
 
So sick of the phrase, 'every day is a blessing.'
 
"Sufficient for the day is the evil thereof" work better for ya?
 
Woke up this morning thinking, great it's Friday.
Then remembered I had a job that I hadn't finished in work and was stressed.
Then realised it wasn't Friday and was happy I have an extra day to do the job.
Then I was sad it wasn't Friday.
Rollercoaster of emotions.
I need to go to bed earlier.
 
Woke up this morning thinking, great it's Friday.
Then remembered I had a job that I hadn't finished in work and was stressed.
Then realised it wasn't Friday and was happy I have an extra day to do the job.
Then I was sad it wasn't Friday.
Rollercoaster of emotions.
I need to go to bed earlier.

"You are preparing yourself for a Great Monday. But Sunday never ends".
 
Yikes!
 
We finally heard from dad's doctor at the Hospital.

He said dad has atrial fibrillation, as well as being a little bit hypothyroid.
They want to put him on a beta blocker (Metoprolol), a blood thinner, and a slightly higher dose of levothyroxine.

He will not be discharged today, but probably will come home tomorrow.

I set up appointments with both of my parents with their cardiologist for next Thursday morning. This is the doctor that dad said he likes best of all his physicians, even though he only had a couple of appointments with back in September. Mom had been his patient for a long time. She started seeing him regularly after the first stroke, and had been him a few times several years earlier. She hasn't had a followup since the start of Covid though, so her prescriptions have expired. Last time they called in a refill they suggested we set up an appointment 2 weeks after she gets her second Covid vaccine, which would be today.


I have spoken to dad more today than on most days when he is at home. He has been calling at least once an hour.

When he called last night dad seemed to be thinking more clearly than usual and remembering things better than he had in years. Today seems more a return to baseline. Some of his calls were to tell me thinks he had not realized he had already said in prior calls.

In the call just after speaking with his doctor he said his vision was going blurry just as the doctor was coming back to check on him again. The doctor then decided to hurry up and give the blood thinner in case it could have been the start of stroke.

In the last call he wanted to know what kind of exercises he could do to reduce the risk of strokes. He still says he wants to get back in training to run an ultra-marathon, although that does not seem likely to me.
 
Woke up this morning thinking, great it's Friday.
Then remembered I had a job that I hadn't finished in work and was stressed.
Then realised it wasn't Friday and was happy I have an extra day to do the job.
Then I was sad it wasn't Friday.
Rollercoaster of emotions.
I need to go to bed earlier.
 
I just got off the phone with my dad for the 18th time today. (I counted 17 calls from his room on he caller ID of our landline, for today, 2 from yesterday, and I remember he also called my cell phone twice but it went to voicemail one of those times.)

He said a stranger brought him two pills to take and he wasn't sure if ought to trust him. He said he wanted to get the attention of the nurse who had been attending him all day, but wasn't sure how. (I'm thinking that nurse probably went home for the night and the stranger was the night shift nurse.)

He was a bit scared from reading the paperwork about Eliquis, in part because I think he misread the list of conditions it is meant to treat as being part of the list of potential side effects. He was worried the blood thinner might cause a stroke, instead of being given to reduce the risk of one.

The call was right when I was handling mom's bedtime medicine, so it was a little hectic trying to converse with him and also console mom about how high her blood sugar was (even though it was only 128, which is great for bedtime) and how I got to her 5 minutes late.
 
My internet kicked out on me around 2:40 am. That's the rant.

The actual rave is that I lucked out and got a knowledgeable agent who gave me advice on how to handle a different situation that's been bothering me (the fact that during a power outage my phone will no longer work since it's plugged into something else that doesn't work when the electricity is out).

Apparently there's supposed to be a backup battery nobody told me about. Now the trick is to get a tech here to install it without charging me $$$ (since I have no clue how to do it myself - why is it that modern battery compartments are so <effing> hard to open and are not even slightly user-friendly for people with arthritis or who have extremely short fingernails?).
 
Dad called again this morning. While we were talking a doctor walked into his room an gave us an update.

He said dad is doing well. His heart is working at a 45% squeeze, where 50% to 70% is normal.

He said that they ran another test which confirmed his opinion that putting dad on Metoprolol , Eliquis, and increasing his dose of Levothyroxine to 112 mcg is the right call.

Dad will most likely be released around 2pm this afternoon.

Dad said he was not sure what was better news, that he would get to go home or that the CPA who used to work for him said she would go ahead and file an extension which would give him until October 15th to get his personal return in order and could help him prepare it if he doesn't mind waiting a few months.


Dad called back again complaining about the service there as they were slow to get him his Levothyroxine, which also means his breakfast had to be delayed and he was getting hungry, but they got him the pill just as he was ready to hang up.


Edit: Another doctor told him that they think his Imbruvica is causing harm so he should stop the cancer drug. He said dad may come home this evening or tomorrow but not early afternoon as they said earlier.
 
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Dad is back home now. He seems to be doing ok.

There was a miscommunication when I arrived to pick him up. It didn't look like the right place to me. I tried calling the nurse back to confirm but my call got redirected and dropped a couple times. After I'd been waiting about 40 minutes someone came up to confirm my name and the patient name, and said they were not on the list. He then had me look over to where 4 patients were waiting, where I thought I recognized my dad (although I was not sure due to the mask). Apparently there was another miscommunication and they were expecting him to be picked up by someone with a name that sounded nothing like mine.

Dad had trouble getting out of the car. I managed to convince him to let me take him inside using a wheelchair, but then he started asking to just get up and walk every 10 ft or so. Once inside he just wanted to use his cane, not even a walker, despite the increased danger from falls while on blood thinners.

Right after we got home he insisted on standing at his desk to use his computer, like he was doing when he collapsed on Wednesday. I told him I'd feel more comfortable if he would sit down, especially since the blood thinner makes the danger of a fall greater, but he insists that he is fine. He did at least clear the junk off of a chair nearby so he can sit down more quickly if he starts to feel faint.

The pharmacy said that they doubted they could get his prescription ready before they closed today, which would mean waiting until at least 10 am tomorrow to pick it up, but they managed to do so with half an hour to spare.

The blood thinner they prescribed was about $80, but I noticed on my app just before reaching the front of the check out line that it was for a 3 month supply. Since I suspect the cardiologist we are seeing on Thursday may change the prescription, I had then give me only a 1 week supply for about $6. We can come get the rest if the doctor wants us to stay on that medicine and dose.

The pharmacist was not particularly helpful at telling me what the best times to give dad each pill would be. He just insisted that the levothyroxine should not be taken with any other medicine or food, that the prostate pill is usually given at bedtime, and that a few others need to be taken twice a day as close to 12 hours apart as possible. Our 4 time a day organizer did not have compartments big enough to hold all dad's pills and supplements, so I ended up using a 2 section organizer to divide all his pills up into one group to take after breakfast, one group to take after dinner, and a separate organizer for the single thyroid pill at least an hour before eating anything in the morning. I hope he can learn the new system easily enough, and not have to relearn something completely different after our followups with his doctors.
 
A circuit in my apartment has gone haywire and it randomly trips for no reason, killing our internet while we're in the middle of work calls and such. I thought at first it was my monitor that was doing it - it's been through a bunch of moves and has been acting flaky lately - but I took it off the circuit and the breaker still tripped so I called in maintenance. I moved almost everything off that circuit after that but my our internet has to be on that circuit due to where the access point is located. Kind of frustrating.
 
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