There's a medication that can be given that will totally thin out the blood but must be given within a 3 hour window otherwise the damage to the brain increases and may never be reversed. The hospital he was taken too waited almost 3 hours to give it to him. I don't know why. I was part of the family there who made the decision to give him the medication yet they still waited 40 min to give it to him. WHY? He was flown to another hospital where there is a good neurologist and that doctor fears he wasn't given the medication in time and also doesn't understand why they waited. An MRI was done this morning to find out what the extent of the damage is to see whether he will ever be able to move his left side ever again.
He has reflexes on his left side which is a good sign but as I've been learning shouldn't be encouraged cause that's tensing up and we don't want him to tense up. So I get mad at my grandma when she tickles his foot to get him to move and says, "see, he can move, move your left foot hun, no, your LEFT foot." and then looks to us like he's not cooperating. She doesn't understand and refuses to.
I've been helping feed my grandpa when he's too sad to feed himself. I've helped him use the urinal when no nurse would come. I've been told to leave when only 2 people are allowed at a time in ICU. I've been told that they refused to give him a blanket in the middle of the night because he kicks them off anyway. Every time I come into the room his left arm is in the wrong position and must be placed a certain way to prevent swelling so he can move it again if its possible. I've been told that the nurse staff didn't know he had regained a lot of feeling on his left side until I told them because I check every time I come in. I come in and the call nurse button is on his LEFT SIDE. HE CAN'T MOVE ON HIS LEFT SIDE! He can't reach it with his right cause he's so weak. He hurt his right arm trying to find the call nurse button cause he had to use to bathroom. The staff gets frustrated with him because his comprehension is slow. HE HAD A MASSIVE STROKE. He could have died. He also lost A LOT of blood when he fell face first on the pavement outside his house. He probably has a concussion. On top of it all, hardly anyone in my family is putting forth the amount of effort I am to care for him. To be there for him even when he's sleeping. I know how much it sucks to be alone and scared in the hospital with no one there to talk to or to see when you open your eyes after being woken up by the billions of sounds hospitals make.
I'm back home now because I needed a break. Staying with my family for that long is exhausting and makes me want to strangle them all. I cry in silence by myself and put on a smile for my grandpa and my family. I gave my grandpa a ugly monkey toy that's a stress ball type thing where if your wring its ugly neck, its eyes pop out of its head. He was trying soo hard yesterday to make both eyes pop out but couldn't until it was time for me to go back home he said nothing but put the toy in my face popping out both eyes (with his right hand of course). I told him that he would figure out how eventually.
I want to go back and see him but he's so far away. He's about an 1 1/2 hours away and I don't have money or a car to go see him. I've already stayed the night twice. I'm tired and sad and mortified by my family. He had his stroke on Christmas Eve. My mom (his daughter), dad, grandma (his wife) and my sister, her husband and her kids (his grand kids) all opened their Christmas gifts on Christmas morning 1 1/2 hours away from him because they said Christmas was for the kids and the kids needed to open their gifts then. My grandpa was supposed to get his MRI done that morning but his heart rate was too high, close to having a heart attack so they wouldn't do the test on him. He could have died and their priority was presents. I wanted to throw up when they told me. We all open gifts together, with everyone and they had less that half of the people who were supposed to be there. The other half was where they should be, at the hospital with my grandpa.
I have a therapy appointment today that my bf is taking me to where I know I'm going to cry over and over again for an hour. I should cancel but I want to go. I want to let out my frustration to more people so I know that I'm not crazy.
There's so much more to say about this whole thing, its the longest story where if I told the whole thing, I'm sure you'd all be in tears. I don't know when I'm going back to see him. Maybe this weekend unless my parents decide to leave sooner. At least he's out of ICU today. Next is weeks and weeks and weeks of physical therapy but I don't know where yet.
Thanks for reading. I'm not going back to edit anything this time cause I'm gonna go cry and get dressed now.
He has reflexes on his left side which is a good sign but as I've been learning shouldn't be encouraged cause that's tensing up and we don't want him to tense up. So I get mad at my grandma when she tickles his foot to get him to move and says, "see, he can move, move your left foot hun, no, your LEFT foot." and then looks to us like he's not cooperating. She doesn't understand and refuses to.
I've been helping feed my grandpa when he's too sad to feed himself. I've helped him use the urinal when no nurse would come. I've been told to leave when only 2 people are allowed at a time in ICU. I've been told that they refused to give him a blanket in the middle of the night because he kicks them off anyway. Every time I come into the room his left arm is in the wrong position and must be placed a certain way to prevent swelling so he can move it again if its possible. I've been told that the nurse staff didn't know he had regained a lot of feeling on his left side until I told them because I check every time I come in. I come in and the call nurse button is on his LEFT SIDE. HE CAN'T MOVE ON HIS LEFT SIDE! He can't reach it with his right cause he's so weak. He hurt his right arm trying to find the call nurse button cause he had to use to bathroom. The staff gets frustrated with him because his comprehension is slow. HE HAD A MASSIVE STROKE. He could have died. He also lost A LOT of blood when he fell face first on the pavement outside his house. He probably has a concussion. On top of it all, hardly anyone in my family is putting forth the amount of effort I am to care for him. To be there for him even when he's sleeping. I know how much it sucks to be alone and scared in the hospital with no one there to talk to or to see when you open your eyes after being woken up by the billions of sounds hospitals make.
I'm back home now because I needed a break. Staying with my family for that long is exhausting and makes me want to strangle them all. I cry in silence by myself and put on a smile for my grandpa and my family. I gave my grandpa a ugly monkey toy that's a stress ball type thing where if your wring its ugly neck, its eyes pop out of its head. He was trying soo hard yesterday to make both eyes pop out but couldn't until it was time for me to go back home he said nothing but put the toy in my face popping out both eyes (with his right hand of course). I told him that he would figure out how eventually.
I want to go back and see him but he's so far away. He's about an 1 1/2 hours away and I don't have money or a car to go see him. I've already stayed the night twice. I'm tired and sad and mortified by my family. He had his stroke on Christmas Eve. My mom (his daughter), dad, grandma (his wife) and my sister, her husband and her kids (his grand kids) all opened their Christmas gifts on Christmas morning 1 1/2 hours away from him because they said Christmas was for the kids and the kids needed to open their gifts then. My grandpa was supposed to get his MRI done that morning but his heart rate was too high, close to having a heart attack so they wouldn't do the test on him. He could have died and their priority was presents. I wanted to throw up when they told me. We all open gifts together, with everyone and they had less that half of the people who were supposed to be there. The other half was where they should be, at the hospital with my grandpa.
I have a therapy appointment today that my bf is taking me to where I know I'm going to cry over and over again for an hour. I should cancel but I want to go. I want to let out my frustration to more people so I know that I'm not crazy.
There's so much more to say about this whole thing, its the longest story where if I told the whole thing, I'm sure you'd all be in tears. I don't know when I'm going back to see him. Maybe this weekend unless my parents decide to leave sooner. At least he's out of ICU today. Next is weeks and weeks and weeks of physical therapy but I don't know where yet.
Thanks for reading. I'm not going back to edit anything this time cause I'm gonna go cry and get dressed now.