Productive and calm! So good!
The calm before the storm?
He ate no snack and almost no dinner after a big (for him) lunch. Then instead of falling right asleep as usual, he started climbing out of bed so I grabbed the bucket and helped him stand. But he wouldn’t pee. He hadn’t pooped in a few days so I thought maybe…and took him to the toilet. Nope. On the way back to bed, he abruptly sat on the bathroom floor and wouldn’t get up. Over 4 1/2 hours (6-10:30pm), he’d get up, move a few steps, sit down, go to sleep, lather rinse repeat. By 8:30 he was actually on the floor by the bed–and pushing himself under it again <sheesh!>. After innumerable tries I finally got him up and into bed about 10:30, and he finally went to sleep. I didn’t want to call the fire dept again after what one fireman said to me the previous day (something like "don’t you have round-the-clock care? I said I would if I could afford it-).
He awoke about 1am to pee. Peed in the bucket, then woldn’t get back into bed but followed me into the bathroom where I put down the bucket. I noticed he had peed in his Depends and got a fresh pair. Just before I got to him he abruptly fell and his his head, I think on the marble bathroom threshold. Lots of blood. He said something low ow, but not loud, and put his hand on his head. I pressed a towel against the wound and called 911.
He never lost consciousness or made another sound. Before the time EMTs arrived, he was on all fours trying to stand and I was holding him down with the towel and a hand on his shoulder. They bandaged his head and the 3 of us helped him to bed. They took his vitals (all perfect), then helped me put on clean Depends. I declined taking him to the ER.
At 8am I left a msg for hospice at the only phone number I have so far–the original intake person who called me. I asked to be called back and for the nurse or dr to come see him–esp someone who can evaluate if he needs staples/stitches and can preferably do that at home. I have no aide today (Shaina’s coming Saturday instead) so would not drive him to the ER by myself anyway.
After the EMTs left, he fell asleep pretty quickly. Didn’t wake up till 7:40 this monring. I had just gotten up at myself, which presumably awakened him. (If only I could sleep that long every night!)
For those thinking “He should be in a facility or have 'round the clock aides,” as I’ve explained, I can only afford that with a guarantee it won’t last more than a year or so (I’d take the $120,000+ hit to savings–a substantial fraction, but doable). And, as I said, his happiness (OK, contentment?) trumps safety. In a facility, he’d be drugged into snoozing most of the day and restrained 24x7. That’s no life (alas, too many people live it-).
He ate more breakfast than usual. He then got out of the recliner and I took him to the bathroom, where he finally had that poo(!). Not constipated–thanks to yesterday’s lunch of huevos rancheros with lots of refried black beans
Before the EMTs left, they brought the wheelchair from the car into the house so I moved him from the bedroom to den in the wheelchair (had to force him into it).
He isn’t bleeding, and I’d love to clean the matted hair (in the back just below the crown) and see the wound, but don’t want to draw his attention and have him pick at it/remove a fresh bandage. So waiting for a nurse/dr to see him.
ASIDE
One of the wheel locks on the wheelchair is busted. I need to remember to ask if hospice could repair–or my handyman who’s coming next week–or ask for a hospice wheelchair for him. They have offered one, but I declined since I already have one.
I washed his bedding just yesterday, but now his pillow and fitted sheet are bloody as he pulled the bandage off on purpose or by accident in the night.
Took quite a while to clean up the “crime scene” in the wee hours of the night. The biggest puddle of blood by the bathroom door molding (and under it-) was coagulating already. I’ve never seen that before.