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starshadow_rivaulx) wrote2008-02-06 10:39 pm
starshadow_rivaulx) wrote2008-02-06 10:39 pm
So, manic Monday spilled over into Tuesday
We had a good start to the day...an early visit to the Makati Med lab for Ramon's fasting blood sugar test, followed by breakfast at Jollibee.
Then Dad calls me on the cellphone to say that he's feeling bad. I tell him we're on our way home (thereby shooting down our original plan of Ash Wednesday Mass at Greenbelt) and ask which ER he wants to visit - the veterans' hospital or Makati Med. He says he has chest discomfort - so Makati Med it is. While negotiating traffic I consider calling the Village security so they can send the ambulance to the house; but scrap the idea as traffic opens up.
We get home. We get Dad into the Revo. We get to Makati Med, where Ramon's previous experiences in the ER are put to good use - Ramon shepherds Dad through triage while I park the car. By the time I make a hurried stop in the washroom and get down to ER, the doctors are taking Dad's history as best they can, given that he's rambling off on tangents that have nothing at all to do with previous symptoms, medications, etc. ::sigh::
So they put him on oxygen and observation, since his ECG comes up stable. They draw blood to check cardiac enzymes and the five-stats. (I think that's what they called it? Potassium, Sodium, Hemocrit, Sugar, and one other thing.) Results to follow in two hours. Message my kumare, call Mama with updates. Send Ramon off someplace to sit and read the papers/do the crossword. When he comes back, run off to the ATM and Mercury Drug for water - husband's lips drying out, and I am perishing for fresh water. Ask doctora if Dad can have the Jollibee tuna pie I bought and some water; 85 years old, no breakfast and tendency towards hyperacidity were the magic words.
Hubby grateful for fresh water. Dad claims he's not hungry, but demolishes tuna pie anyway. Results arrive while Ramon and I work on the crosswords. Doctora votes for observation confinement. I point out that since ECG and all other signs normal, better for patient to maintain rest at home - thus we are discharged. Dad not really happy with cost of ER visit, but then I point out that it is better to spend and know for sure, rather than fudge things and risk complications.
x x x x x
Arrive home, have lunch, sink into bed for three-hour Nap of World Without End, Amen variety. (In essence: sleep so sound, it's as if I'm in suspended animation.) Wake up, bring parents to the bone-setter and have myself checked out. Was relieved to discover that the discomfort in my chest was not a figment of a stressed-out imagination, as the bonesetter corrected three or four joints there. My hip needed re-alignment, and my neck also needed some tweaking.
Back home, in time for dinner and some rest, and grateful that all ended well. I managed to do the bare minimum of organizing, that is to say, pieces of paper were jammed into folders and put in my inbox. Have noted the increasing pile of Dad's clothes - but that will have to wait until Friday. Tomorrow is Ramon's doctor's appointment, and Dad was waffling over whether to go have himself checked out (as per ER doctora recommendation) or not (since he feels fine now that he's been to the bonesetter). Depending on how things go, I have a plan A and plan B for the day.
Am still playing the grand game of catch-up with things. E-mail and feeds are done for the day, I'm not sure if I should hit the sack yet. If i do, then I'll be up at 3AM to use the bathroom...and leaves me two hours before my actual wake-up time. ::sigh::
I've been feeling broody about having to let go of my usual routine to make room for other things...I think I should schedule a day to rant it all out in writing, and then burn the incriminating pages. That used to work when I was a teener in emo mode.
In any case, my body is deciding for me - I'm off to bed. Cheers, all!
Then Dad calls me on the cellphone to say that he's feeling bad. I tell him we're on our way home (thereby shooting down our original plan of Ash Wednesday Mass at Greenbelt) and ask which ER he wants to visit - the veterans' hospital or Makati Med. He says he has chest discomfort - so Makati Med it is. While negotiating traffic I consider calling the Village security so they can send the ambulance to the house; but scrap the idea as traffic opens up.
We get home. We get Dad into the Revo. We get to Makati Med, where Ramon's previous experiences in the ER are put to good use - Ramon shepherds Dad through triage while I park the car. By the time I make a hurried stop in the washroom and get down to ER, the doctors are taking Dad's history as best they can, given that he's rambling off on tangents that have nothing at all to do with previous symptoms, medications, etc. ::sigh::
So they put him on oxygen and observation, since his ECG comes up stable. They draw blood to check cardiac enzymes and the five-stats. (I think that's what they called it? Potassium, Sodium, Hemocrit, Sugar, and one other thing.) Results to follow in two hours. Message my kumare, call Mama with updates. Send Ramon off someplace to sit and read the papers/do the crossword. When he comes back, run off to the ATM and Mercury Drug for water - husband's lips drying out, and I am perishing for fresh water. Ask doctora if Dad can have the Jollibee tuna pie I bought and some water; 85 years old, no breakfast and tendency towards hyperacidity were the magic words.
Hubby grateful for fresh water. Dad claims he's not hungry, but demolishes tuna pie anyway. Results arrive while Ramon and I work on the crosswords. Doctora votes for observation confinement. I point out that since ECG and all other signs normal, better for patient to maintain rest at home - thus we are discharged. Dad not really happy with cost of ER visit, but then I point out that it is better to spend and know for sure, rather than fudge things and risk complications.
x x x x x
Arrive home, have lunch, sink into bed for three-hour Nap of World Without End, Amen variety. (In essence: sleep so sound, it's as if I'm in suspended animation.) Wake up, bring parents to the bone-setter and have myself checked out. Was relieved to discover that the discomfort in my chest was not a figment of a stressed-out imagination, as the bonesetter corrected three or four joints there. My hip needed re-alignment, and my neck also needed some tweaking.
Back home, in time for dinner and some rest, and grateful that all ended well. I managed to do the bare minimum of organizing, that is to say, pieces of paper were jammed into folders and put in my inbox. Have noted the increasing pile of Dad's clothes - but that will have to wait until Friday. Tomorrow is Ramon's doctor's appointment, and Dad was waffling over whether to go have himself checked out (as per ER doctora recommendation) or not (since he feels fine now that he's been to the bonesetter). Depending on how things go, I have a plan A and plan B for the day.
Am still playing the grand game of catch-up with things. E-mail and feeds are done for the day, I'm not sure if I should hit the sack yet. If i do, then I'll be up at 3AM to use the bathroom...and leaves me two hours before my actual wake-up time. ::sigh::
I've been feeling broody about having to let go of my usual routine to make room for other things...I think I should schedule a day to rant it all out in writing, and then burn the incriminating pages. That used to work when I was a teener in emo mode.
In any case, my body is deciding for me - I'm off to bed. Cheers, all!
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