So that was Sunday afternoon. Little good it did him. On Monday I received a telephone call at work around 5pm, Dads breathing had changed, it didn't look good, I should get there as soon as I could.
My head was a whirl, I couldn't think straight, my colleagues were concerned, but I couldn't say it, tears were filling my eyes, but I couldn't say it. My Dad was going to die. I must have managed to though as a manager was there, telling me to go, to do what I needed to do, not to worry about work.
I telephoned blokey, no way was I going to be able to drive there. He picked me up. He held me. Told me it would be O.K. I couldn't hear his words properly. The radio was on, a track came on
This is the end,Hold your breath and count to ten,Feel the earth move and then,Hear my heart burst again,
And the tears rolled down my cheeks.
On the ward there were no nurses around. My poor frail Dad, whom they were so concerned about, was laying slumped in his bed, semi recumbent, head bent forward, an oxygen mask had been put on his face, but it had slipped off. No matter anyway as his airway was so occluded from how slumped nothing would have got in. by this point his skin was leaking tissue fluid like a sieve, his skin was breaking down. Yet a manual blood pressure cuff had been left on his tiny arm, its hard fabric and Velcro digging into his skin. Why was it even on? if it had been a dinamap set to be monitoring him regularly then I would have understood - but this was ridiculous.
If they were concerned enough to call me away from work, that they thought this was it for Dad why the fuck was he in this state?
I was furious, I removed his BP cuff, straightened him up, grabbed some inco sheets to wrap his arms in an attempt to keep his sheets and gown dry from the fluid leaking out of him, I moistened his mouth, and readjusted his O2 mask.
Finally a nurse appeared and I asked to speak to the Doctor. When he arrived, flustered and rushed, he told me it wasn't good. But still they wouldn't consider the LCP and I still don't know why. He suggested I needed to get Dads partner to be with him.
So my wonderful blokey took me to her house to collect, as it was dark and she won't drive in the dark. The 2 of us sat by his bed until way past 11pm, Dad was asleep, but peaceful and looking more comfortable. We agreed we were both tired and nothing seemed to be changing. After asking the nurses to call us if anything changed at any time, we we headed home. Dropping Dads partner off then heading home to bed.
Not that I had much sleep that night, it was a night filled with bad dreams and wakefulness.
and at 6am the phone rang, the nurse telling me Dad was going. I rang Dads Partner and picking her up on the way we arrived by his bed at 7.30am. He had remained unconscious all night and there was no change now. The curtains were drawn round his bed whilst the other patients had their breakfast. We sat and talked to him, to each other, I held his hand and stroked his hand. I tried to be at peace with him, and myself.
Then at about 8.25am he stopped breathing, no drama, no panic, just stopped breathing. He looked so peaceful, so small, so vulnerable.
I kissed his forehead, and we stepped out of the curtains to let the nurse know. She called a Doctor and I sat with him again until she came, I kissed his forehead, told him I loved him and cried.
I can't do anymore of this for now. Reliving it is painful. My heart is breaking again; not just for the loss of Dad, but for the missed opportunities, for the chances I didn't take to build a relationship with my Father, the chances I wasn't given to build that relationship.
Monday 10 June 2013
Monday 3 June 2013
After the ball was over............
The day after the ball I went to the hospital expecting Dad to be in a really bad way.
But the bloody bugger was sitting up in bed eating! However the Doctors still weren't confident, so much so that when the Health Care Assistant kept hearing Dad request a Whiskey instead of a cuppa they spoke to the Docs, who were happy for him to have it!
For a week or so Dad seemed to make a miraculous recovery. He drank whiskey and beer. Ate jellied eels and smoked salmon. Charmed the staff, Male and Female alike. Chatted with the other patients and their visitors. And became very animated, for the previous couple of years he had been almost housebound and become very lonely. suddenly here he was with a reason to wake up every day. I saw hope, we talked about him going into a care home, he would have the company he needed. He was in pain a lot of the time, but we talked and reminisced. And for the first time ever he told me he loved me.
But then, for reasons known only to the bloody bed managers, Dad was moved to a care of the elderly with complex medical needs ward. In a bed away from the window. And that was the beginning of the end, the staff on this ward were over worked, and some didn't even care. The patients were challenging and Dad did not get the care he deserved. Each time I visited he had deteriorated further, I was having to change his sheets, wash him, shave him, even having to request that he had mouth care, a basic nursing care, their response was to give me the sponges and mouth wash 'you're a midwife you know what to do' was the attitude. Not the point, although of course I did it. He's my Dad.
His body started to shut down and they could no longer cannulate him, he was so dehydrated he said even water was too dry to swallow. They gave him fluids subcutaneously, but then his sodium levels became too high. So they just stopped fluids. It was time for him to go. With dignity. But no. They starved him, kept him without fluids. But kept on taking bloods and trying to find out what was *wrong* with him, wanting to give him injections that hurt him and pills he couldn't swallow.
He started leaking fluid through the skin on his arms and legs, he became so swollen I thought he would burst.
I nursed him, I changed his sheets, cleaned him up, checked his catheter bag was emptied, rolled him, lifted him, wrapped his arms when the fluid leaked out so much he was swimming in it.
This is basic nursing care that any person should receive, let alone an elderly sick dying man.
after being on this ward a week, and being without fluids for 4 days the decision was made to insert a Femeral line for drugs and fluids. My opinion? now was the time for the LCP.
He was distressed and crying throughout the procedure, I should leave they said. Oh how I wanted to, but Dad needed me. I held his hand and bit back the tears as this man sobbed as they put him through more trauma.
I wanted to SCREAM STOP. Why didn't I, I am a strong independent woman I have no problems speaking up to Doctors at work, here though I am a Daughter, a scared Daughter.
But the bloody bugger was sitting up in bed eating! However the Doctors still weren't confident, so much so that when the Health Care Assistant kept hearing Dad request a Whiskey instead of a cuppa they spoke to the Docs, who were happy for him to have it!
For a week or so Dad seemed to make a miraculous recovery. He drank whiskey and beer. Ate jellied eels and smoked salmon. Charmed the staff, Male and Female alike. Chatted with the other patients and their visitors. And became very animated, for the previous couple of years he had been almost housebound and become very lonely. suddenly here he was with a reason to wake up every day. I saw hope, we talked about him going into a care home, he would have the company he needed. He was in pain a lot of the time, but we talked and reminisced. And for the first time ever he told me he loved me.
But then, for reasons known only to the bloody bed managers, Dad was moved to a care of the elderly with complex medical needs ward. In a bed away from the window. And that was the beginning of the end, the staff on this ward were over worked, and some didn't even care. The patients were challenging and Dad did not get the care he deserved. Each time I visited he had deteriorated further, I was having to change his sheets, wash him, shave him, even having to request that he had mouth care, a basic nursing care, their response was to give me the sponges and mouth wash 'you're a midwife you know what to do' was the attitude. Not the point, although of course I did it. He's my Dad.
His body started to shut down and they could no longer cannulate him, he was so dehydrated he said even water was too dry to swallow. They gave him fluids subcutaneously, but then his sodium levels became too high. So they just stopped fluids. It was time for him to go. With dignity. But no. They starved him, kept him without fluids. But kept on taking bloods and trying to find out what was *wrong* with him, wanting to give him injections that hurt him and pills he couldn't swallow.
He started leaking fluid through the skin on his arms and legs, he became so swollen I thought he would burst.
I nursed him, I changed his sheets, cleaned him up, checked his catheter bag was emptied, rolled him, lifted him, wrapped his arms when the fluid leaked out so much he was swimming in it.
This is basic nursing care that any person should receive, let alone an elderly sick dying man.
after being on this ward a week, and being without fluids for 4 days the decision was made to insert a Femeral line for drugs and fluids. My opinion? now was the time for the LCP.
He was distressed and crying throughout the procedure, I should leave they said. Oh how I wanted to, but Dad needed me. I held his hand and bit back the tears as this man sobbed as they put him through more trauma.
I wanted to SCREAM STOP. Why didn't I, I am a strong independent woman I have no problems speaking up to Doctors at work, here though I am a Daughter, a scared Daughter.
Tuesday 28 May 2013
So Where Shall I Take You First?
I could tell you how much I enjoyed those 10 wonderful weeks off between finishing my course and starting my job, but to be honest so much has happened since then I barely remember what I did!
Cleaned things, sorted things, grew my nails and painted them, chilled out a lot!
Spent lots of time with blokey - but more of that later.
I'll start with my new Job - which soon turned out to be an awful time
Monday 1st October 2012 - for a week of mandatory training (which was tediously boring to be honest, but hey if the trust want to pay me to sit in a room then so be it!)
But then on Thursday 4th October, I received a text message at work from my Dads partner 'Dad very ill in hospital, not looking good'
Nothing else, and the only response to my text is to tell me where he is. Of course I left work and went straight to Princess Alexander Hospital to see him - she left as soon as I arrived - so I was still non the wiser.
He was in the acute admissions unit when I arrived, but was transferred a few hours later to a respiratory care ward, as his main issue seemed to be his COPD at this point. Once he was settled I headed home.
I went directly to visit him the next day, he was not in a good way. his respiration was so fast it was uncountable, his pulse was around 180 bpm, his BP through his boots and it seemed he was having multiple cardiac arrests. I was advised to phone his partner, and when she arrived the Doctor gave us 'this is the end' talk.
That day was the day of my long awaited graduation ball, with my lovely friend Vicki coming to be my date. My perfect, shoes and bag bought. The room booked. Everything planned and looked forward to.
And now Dad is gravely ill in hospital, on 3 hourly morphine, unconscious, not expected to last the night.
Then his partner said to go, it made sense. If he was going that night, me being there wouldn't change it. And so a dash back home to grab my stuff and rush to the hotel. A hurried get ready - not the luxurious use of the spa facilities we had planned. My darling Vicki stuck to water all night, so if I did get the call she could drive me straight there.
It was not the evening I expected to have, I didn't really have much fun. I wanted to spend more time talking to the wonderful students I had worked so hard with, but my mind was elsewhere and I sent most the evening close to tears.
I am upsetting myself now typing this. I shouldn't have gone. I should have sat with Dad. But we make the choices we do at the time because we feel they are right.
That's all I can blog for tonight, its really quite emotionally draining dragging this back up again.
I will continue the tale though, very soon.
Cleaned things, sorted things, grew my nails and painted them, chilled out a lot!
Spent lots of time with blokey - but more of that later.
I'll start with my new Job - which soon turned out to be an awful time
Monday 1st October 2012 - for a week of mandatory training (which was tediously boring to be honest, but hey if the trust want to pay me to sit in a room then so be it!)
But then on Thursday 4th October, I received a text message at work from my Dads partner 'Dad very ill in hospital, not looking good'
Nothing else, and the only response to my text is to tell me where he is. Of course I left work and went straight to Princess Alexander Hospital to see him - she left as soon as I arrived - so I was still non the wiser.
He was in the acute admissions unit when I arrived, but was transferred a few hours later to a respiratory care ward, as his main issue seemed to be his COPD at this point. Once he was settled I headed home.
I went directly to visit him the next day, he was not in a good way. his respiration was so fast it was uncountable, his pulse was around 180 bpm, his BP through his boots and it seemed he was having multiple cardiac arrests. I was advised to phone his partner, and when she arrived the Doctor gave us 'this is the end' talk.
That day was the day of my long awaited graduation ball, with my lovely friend Vicki coming to be my date. My perfect, shoes and bag bought. The room booked. Everything planned and looked forward to.
And now Dad is gravely ill in hospital, on 3 hourly morphine, unconscious, not expected to last the night.
Then his partner said to go, it made sense. If he was going that night, me being there wouldn't change it. And so a dash back home to grab my stuff and rush to the hotel. A hurried get ready - not the luxurious use of the spa facilities we had planned. My darling Vicki stuck to water all night, so if I did get the call she could drive me straight there.
It was not the evening I expected to have, I didn't really have much fun. I wanted to spend more time talking to the wonderful students I had worked so hard with, but my mind was elsewhere and I sent most the evening close to tears.
I am upsetting myself now typing this. I shouldn't have gone. I should have sat with Dad. But we make the choices we do at the time because we feel they are right.
That's all I can blog for tonight, its really quite emotionally draining dragging this back up again.
I will continue the tale though, very soon.
Insert head firmly in sand
And let the world take you for a ride
Yes that pretty much sums up my life since my last post in September.
However now I am back on my game, like never before.
And Oh Boy do I have such a lot to update you with.
Are you ready? shall I begin?
Yes I will, but not right now, I have a sink to unblock and cake pops to ice!
Yes that pretty much sums up my life since my last post in September.
However now I am back on my game, like never before.
And Oh Boy do I have such a lot to update you with.
Are you ready? shall I begin?
Yes I will, but not right now, I have a sink to unblock and cake pops to ice!
Wednesday 26 September 2012
confused and fucked up
This blog post was going to be about me, how fucked up I am. How life confuses me. But as I wrote it something occurred to me, other peoples actions actually have a massive impact on that state of my confusion.
When we have something on our minds, or in our hearts, we spend so much time dwelling on it, thinking about how to say it, forming the words in a way to protect ourselves.
But what about the person you are saying them to? Do we give as much thought to that? Sure if we are telling them bad news we always try to deliver it gently. What about the other stuff? stuff that makes us feel good inside.
That person you fancy, you've had your eye on them. They are friendly towards you. You think you're reading the signals right. So *boom* you tell them.
I want you
You're the one for me
I need you
Do we give a thought for their feelings? or take into account your situation?
*boom*
I want you (its OK if I am married)
You're the one for me (my wife was just there to pass the time)
I need you (I don't care that it will break your heart)
This is coming from recent experience. What about my feelings in all that? I'm in a new relationship that's going so well. One that I think probably has a future. Then someone comes along and chucks their feelings at you and expects you to process it. their feelings and yours.
Its taken me all day to write this post. As I couldn't work out where I was going with it. Maybe nowhere. Maybe this post has no moral. Its just a moan and whine. Maybe by writing this I have looked at myself, and how I am. How I behave around others.
But then am I saying that I deserved it, because I like a laugh and a giggle with people?
just like girls who go out at night as to be attacked?
should I change the way I behave, so that men don't think its OK to act on their impulses? change the way I talk, the way I dress, act, smile, laugh, look at people.
Maybe I should get a fan and hide behind it? Not use social networking sites so I don't put temptation out there?
Well I don't see why I should. And I am not going to, I like the person I am. Mostly.
OK so perhaps the moral here is be careful, don't trample all over peoples feelings. Even if you think what you are saying or revealing is wonderful. It may open a can of worms you aren't ready for.
When we have something on our minds, or in our hearts, we spend so much time dwelling on it, thinking about how to say it, forming the words in a way to protect ourselves.
But what about the person you are saying them to? Do we give as much thought to that? Sure if we are telling them bad news we always try to deliver it gently. What about the other stuff? stuff that makes us feel good inside.
That person you fancy, you've had your eye on them. They are friendly towards you. You think you're reading the signals right. So *boom* you tell them.
I want you
You're the one for me
I need you
Do we give a thought for their feelings? or take into account your situation?
*boom*
I want you (its OK if I am married)
You're the one for me (my wife was just there to pass the time)
I need you (I don't care that it will break your heart)
This is coming from recent experience. What about my feelings in all that? I'm in a new relationship that's going so well. One that I think probably has a future. Then someone comes along and chucks their feelings at you and expects you to process it. their feelings and yours.
Its taken me all day to write this post. As I couldn't work out where I was going with it. Maybe nowhere. Maybe this post has no moral. Its just a moan and whine. Maybe by writing this I have looked at myself, and how I am. How I behave around others.
But then am I saying that I deserved it, because I like a laugh and a giggle with people?
just like girls who go out at night as to be attacked?
should I change the way I behave, so that men don't think its OK to act on their impulses? change the way I talk, the way I dress, act, smile, laugh, look at people.
Maybe I should get a fan and hide behind it? Not use social networking sites so I don't put temptation out there?
Well I don't see why I should. And I am not going to, I like the person I am. Mostly.
OK so perhaps the moral here is be careful, don't trample all over peoples feelings. Even if you think what you are saying or revealing is wonderful. It may open a can of worms you aren't ready for.
Tuesday 18 September 2012
resistance is futile (seemingly)
2012 has seen a few exciting events for Great Britain - The Diamond Jubilee, GB winning the Tour de France, I qualified as a Midwife (ok ok, so maybe not a national event), and also we hosted the 2012 Olympics.
The country went bloody mad about it, and quite frankly it annoyed the hell out of me. the TV was full of it, the papers was full of it, my flipping Twitter time line was full of it. That was even before the event kicked off!
The torch arriving in a town was gauranteed to cause a major upheaval.
Everything and everyone was covered in the Union flag (please note, that we are talking about the union flag - its not a Jack unless its on a boat, a number of our patriotic residents might do well to remember that!).
once the opening ceremony was underway you couldn't move for the flipping Olympics.
I avoided it, even the opening ceremony. Actually that was accidental I didn't necesarily plan to but I was asked on a dinner date, and who am I to resist that?
But then it became almost a personal challenge of mine to make sure I DID NOT WATCH A SINGLE BLOODY EVENT.
ok I do admit to downloading the Dressage event on iplayer and I did watch that last week.
But that is all.
However then the closing ceremony was here and I felt a small tinge of regret that I hadn't made the effort (shush don't tell anyone).
Then the Paralympics was upon us and I decided to correct that regret and bought tickets for blokey and me to see the road racing event at Brands Hatch. I started the day with some trepidation, thought I would be bored pantless. Ha! how wrong can you be? it was brilliant. the paralympians, the atmosphere, the volunteers, the spectators, the organisation of it - all brilliant, honestly couldn't fault a thing.
Every nation cheering for everyone, spectators and crew alike.
Awesome, amazing, incredible.
Seeing a GB gold being won was spectacular. Standing right by the podium as the medals were awarded. Then to see the Union flag hoisted up the pole and the British National Anthem being played, put shivers down my spine.
Yes flipping amazing.
I only wish I had not been so stubborn in the first place and enjoyed it a bit more!
Thursday 13 September 2012
Trust
So here's a thing that I didn't think I would be writing about again so soon.
Relationships, or rather an intimate relationship.Defined by good old Wiki as
An intimate relationship is a particularly close interpersonal relationship that involves physical or emotional intimacy. Physical intimacy is characterized by romantic or passionate sex and attachment, or sexual activity.
Intimate relationships play a central role in the overall human experience. Humans have a general desire to belong and to love which is usually satisfied within an intimate relationship. Intimate relationships involve the physical and sexual attraction by one person to another, liking and loving, romantic feelings and sexual relationships, as well as the seeking of a mate and emotional and personal support of each other.
Intimate relationships provide a social network for people that provide strong emotional attachments, and fulfill our universal need of belonging and the need to be cared for.
Yes readers, I am in a relationship. Its official. We've been seeing each other a little over 2 months and its good. Its fun. Its lovely. Its satisfying. Its actually looking to be a bit serious.
Trust.
Not something I have a lot of in other human beings, having been let down so badly in the past.
Trust
apparently you need that to build a good relationship. That's a bit tricky then. He says all these wonderful things to me. Looks me in the eyes and tells me I am the one for him, the only one, no one has ever made him feel like this before.
And in my head I think; who else have you said that to. Am I just another woman to be fed the same line?
I ask him, no he says. Trust me he says
I can't. I can't trust. giving my trust to someone is too much, too dangerous.
He says he understands, will be patient, understands I have barriers up for self preservation.
He could be the one for me too. But I worry perhaps I am not ready? the right person, but at the very wrong time?
Trust, such a small simply word that carries so much weight and importance in life.
I barely trust myself to not wreck this relationship, I am so good at that - pushing them away to protect myself, and pushing too hard.
So
How can I trust him not to take my heart and walk away with it?
Relationships, or rather an intimate relationship.Defined by good old Wiki as
An intimate relationship is a particularly close interpersonal relationship that involves physical or emotional intimacy. Physical intimacy is characterized by romantic or passionate sex and attachment, or sexual activity.
Intimate relationships play a central role in the overall human experience. Humans have a general desire to belong and to love which is usually satisfied within an intimate relationship. Intimate relationships involve the physical and sexual attraction by one person to another, liking and loving, romantic feelings and sexual relationships, as well as the seeking of a mate and emotional and personal support of each other.
Intimate relationships provide a social network for people that provide strong emotional attachments, and fulfill our universal need of belonging and the need to be cared for.
Yes readers, I am in a relationship. Its official. We've been seeing each other a little over 2 months and its good. Its fun. Its lovely. Its satisfying. Its actually looking to be a bit serious.
Trust.
Not something I have a lot of in other human beings, having been let down so badly in the past.
Trust
apparently you need that to build a good relationship. That's a bit tricky then. He says all these wonderful things to me. Looks me in the eyes and tells me I am the one for him, the only one, no one has ever made him feel like this before.
And in my head I think; who else have you said that to. Am I just another woman to be fed the same line?
I ask him, no he says. Trust me he says
I can't. I can't trust. giving my trust to someone is too much, too dangerous.
He says he understands, will be patient, understands I have barriers up for self preservation.
He could be the one for me too. But I worry perhaps I am not ready? the right person, but at the very wrong time?
Trust, such a small simply word that carries so much weight and importance in life.
I barely trust myself to not wreck this relationship, I am so good at that - pushing them away to protect myself, and pushing too hard.
So
How can I trust him not to take my heart and walk away with it?
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