J.J. McDaniels
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I never post anything personal on here nor anywhere else, but this is something that's been gnawing at me for a long time, and I've often found myself being unable to put it into words. My dad will be 68 years old early next month and he's been living by himself and his five dogs for the past six years, ever since my mom passed. He's done really well up until very recently. He slipped and tore his hamstring in July of last year and was admitted to the ER and later sent to rehab, which he refused to complete no matter what we said to him. Luckily, he gained some serious ground and things had returned to normal until almost one month ago when he tripped and fell.
By the time I'd reached him, he'd pulled himself back into his recliner. I took over feeding, watering, letting his dogs out and checking his mail for the next three weeks and I was sometimes there more than once a day. However, little did I know that he had also hit his head several times since then (he only told me Thursday afternoon) and an ambulance was summoned yet again Friday because he didn't feel right. His vital stats were near perfect, but for the life of me, he's had trouble remembering things and my two siblings and myself have had to repeat ourselves numerous times, he's forgotten to pay at least two of his bills which I paid, his car was nearly repossessed, he's had no motivation to leave the house or do anything anymore. If may or may not be related, but it all started to get worse when he was going through withdrawals when he was off his anti-anxiety meds while awaiting a refill and things started to improve once more when he was back on them.
I called the hospital a few times and they put him on IV fluids for dehydration, ran a CT scan which was thankfully clean, but kept they've kept him for the past two days. The only downside to it all is that his sodium levels are much lower than they should be, and it's contributed to most of all his symptoms.
We all went to visit him yesterday for three and a half hours and the visit couldn't have been any better. I've tried calling him a few times today to no avail and that's what scares me the most. My younger brother was adopted, and my sister is from his second marriage, so I'm his only biological son.
Seeing those you love grow old or slip away when there's nothing you can do is by far the worst feeling in the world to me.
I hope he still has a long life ahead of him but seeing this just isn't easy. Once was enough. Twice is too much.
By the time I'd reached him, he'd pulled himself back into his recliner. I took over feeding, watering, letting his dogs out and checking his mail for the next three weeks and I was sometimes there more than once a day. However, little did I know that he had also hit his head several times since then (he only told me Thursday afternoon) and an ambulance was summoned yet again Friday because he didn't feel right. His vital stats were near perfect, but for the life of me, he's had trouble remembering things and my two siblings and myself have had to repeat ourselves numerous times, he's forgotten to pay at least two of his bills which I paid, his car was nearly repossessed, he's had no motivation to leave the house or do anything anymore. If may or may not be related, but it all started to get worse when he was going through withdrawals when he was off his anti-anxiety meds while awaiting a refill and things started to improve once more when he was back on them.
I called the hospital a few times and they put him on IV fluids for dehydration, ran a CT scan which was thankfully clean, but kept they've kept him for the past two days. The only downside to it all is that his sodium levels are much lower than they should be, and it's contributed to most of all his symptoms.
We all went to visit him yesterday for three and a half hours and the visit couldn't have been any better. I've tried calling him a few times today to no avail and that's what scares me the most. My younger brother was adopted, and my sister is from his second marriage, so I'm his only biological son.
Seeing those you love grow old or slip away when there's nothing you can do is by far the worst feeling in the world to me.
I hope he still has a long life ahead of him but seeing this just isn't easy. Once was enough. Twice is too much.