Well, Tom finally gave in Sunday afternoon and let me take him to the hospital emergency. On the weekends here our emergency department gets to double as a walk in clinic, so in we go to get some medication for pneumonia.
Now that it is flu season the first order of business is to get a mask on Tom. Well, he couldn't breathe before we got there and now he really can't breathe. The mask was not to be taken off, but they did get him into a room quite quickly and put him on oxygen. His lungs were x-rayed and they confirmed pneumonia in the left lung. It took a LOT of convincing to get Tom to agree to stay, they said a night or two and I said just go for one for the time being to which he agreed.
Poor Tom, he is a wild animal and has just been put into a cage.
I promised him I would be doing everything I could to get OT on board so that we could get whatever equipment etc. we needed to get him home on Monday.
I left the hospital on Monday night assured that he would be staying there another day or two at least but that in due time we would have all we need to get him home.
The good news is that he appears to be somewhat comfortable, he is getting antibiotics and fluids via IV and he isn't too miserable when talking to the staff, whew!
When I go in, however, the misery man starts, I get yelled at for my stupidity when I am trying to do what he wants but can't accomplish it quickly enough, It is my fault that they left the X-ray machine in his room, my fault that I brought him a milkshake that he couldn't eat/drink, bla bla bla -- his doctors are oriental but he has other names for them that even I do not want to repeat.
Funny guy, the doctor asks him "should something go wrong and you need to be resuscitated, do you want us to do it?" He told me his answer was "yes". I said, "funny thing, you just told me that I was going to find you in the bush with a bullet in your head because you don't appreciate the treatment you are getting".......
FTD, it must be the FTD......
Each time I visit he hurts me enough for me to be glad to leave. Then guilt sets in, then I get home and enjoy the peace. I have had two really nice sleeps -- all night -- it is amazing what sleep can do for you.
Poor Katie, she has the flu that got Tom into this mess, so I have to help her get over it so the house can be bug free for Tom to return to.
Ah, the trials of home and hearth.