Thank you all for your kind words of support. I stopped by the hospital today to let his nurses know. They were all in tears.
For those of you that don't know, which I guess is everyone...
Tuesday morning, we were going to iHop for breakfast. While crossing the parking lot, he got dizzy. I grabbed his arm, and then his legs started to go. I slowed his descent as best as I could so that he didn't hit his head on the pavement. They took him to Shady Grove ER, where his was diagnosed with severe dehydration. (I was just lecturing him earlier about not drinking enough fluids.) His heart rhythm was all over the place, BP low and O2 sat low. Once he was stable and things settled down, they moved him to an observation room for the night. He was already nagging about going home.
I got there around 10:45 Wednesday morning. One of the aides had been in earlier to check his vitals and noticed that he was wheezing. Off for another chest X-Ray. It came back showing early signs of pneumonia. It was being masked by the dehydration. They hit him up with some powerful antibiotics. The whole time, he wanted to go home.
They released him around 6:30. We got home in time for him to watch David Muir. I made sure he was settled in his chair with explicit instructions that he was only to get up to go to the bathroom. I ran out to get his prescriptions filled and grabbed him an ice cream sundae from Mickey D's. He didn't feel like eating anything, but I figured he would eat that. Wrong. He inhaled it!
After a while, he said it had been a long day and "it was time to go". I followed behind as he climbed up the steps. He looked pretty good and sounded much better. He went in to his room and closed the door. I found him this morning around 7:30 half in and out of bed.
It's going to be a rough couple of weeks.
