07-14-2007, 12:35 AM
I'm not sure anyone will be interested in this post, if you're not up to reading anything depressing, I'd suggest bailing now...
If you're still here, here's the story:
My father who is now 66, was diagnosed with Diabetes last Christmas. Sure it was a shock, he ate well, got a lot of exercise because of his job (He works as a greenskeeper at a local golf course and during the summer he's working 14 hours a day, six days a week) but these things happen right?
Then three weeks ago, I get frantic phone call from my stepmother saying that my father is in the hospital. Naturally I'm anxious as hell and get up to the hospital right after work to see him. The hospital does some tests and releases him with a new more restricted diet and water pills as they suspect liver issues but can't say for sure, so they tell him to see the liver specialist in two weeks time.
Now I went to see him after he was released, he didn't look right but he was relying on the advice of the doctors and was determined to stick it out until he at least saw the liver specialist.
I then find out that last Friday he saw the specialist, he was in agony (hadn't been at work for a week) and they throw him right back into the hospital (This is all from my stepmother) So I go and see him again in the hospital this past Monday...
I've never seen him look like this, pale and gaunt, hell he looks like he weighs less than my brother, who weighs all of 160lbs (if that) his eyeballs are as yellow as a pad of stickynotes and he sounds like he's 86 not 66...
The liver specialist is a real piece of work too, breezes in, telling my dad that they'll release him in two days and is so clueless about his case that when my dad mentioned about the ultrasound he was supposed to have the following day, the specialist is left scrambling to go through the file and ends up going "Oops... whatever" :angry: If he wasn't so important for my fathers (and others well being) I would have cracked my cane over his obtuse skull...
Meanwhile I'm sitting here going crazy with worry, they still don't have the test results from the latest batch of tests they did to him at the beginning of the week and looks like he's stuck in the hospital for an undetermined amount of time.
Sorry for the rant... this has been stewing inside me for nearly aweek :(
NefCanuck
If you're still here, here's the story:
My father who is now 66, was diagnosed with Diabetes last Christmas. Sure it was a shock, he ate well, got a lot of exercise because of his job (He works as a greenskeeper at a local golf course and during the summer he's working 14 hours a day, six days a week) but these things happen right?
Then three weeks ago, I get frantic phone call from my stepmother saying that my father is in the hospital. Naturally I'm anxious as hell and get up to the hospital right after work to see him. The hospital does some tests and releases him with a new more restricted diet and water pills as they suspect liver issues but can't say for sure, so they tell him to see the liver specialist in two weeks time.
Now I went to see him after he was released, he didn't look right but he was relying on the advice of the doctors and was determined to stick it out until he at least saw the liver specialist.
I then find out that last Friday he saw the specialist, he was in agony (hadn't been at work for a week) and they throw him right back into the hospital (This is all from my stepmother) So I go and see him again in the hospital this past Monday...
I've never seen him look like this, pale and gaunt, hell he looks like he weighs less than my brother, who weighs all of 160lbs (if that) his eyeballs are as yellow as a pad of stickynotes and he sounds like he's 86 not 66...
The liver specialist is a real piece of work too, breezes in, telling my dad that they'll release him in two days and is so clueless about his case that when my dad mentioned about the ultrasound he was supposed to have the following day, the specialist is left scrambling to go through the file and ends up going "Oops... whatever" :angry: If he wasn't so important for my fathers (and others well being) I would have cracked my cane over his obtuse skull...
Meanwhile I'm sitting here going crazy with worry, they still don't have the test results from the latest batch of tests they did to him at the beginning of the week and looks like he's stuck in the hospital for an undetermined amount of time.
Sorry for the rant... this has been stewing inside me for nearly aweek :(
NefCanuck