To celebrate his 71st birthday, my dad went to an exclusive getaway where he was waited on hand and foot, getting not only breakfast in bed, but lunch, dinner, and snacks as well. It's called the hospital.
Well, technically he went in on Thursday. For a week he'd been having terrible pain from his hip to his foot, and he was having a lot of trouble walking--when he could walk at all. My sister spent a lot of time Thursday trying to persuade him to go, but neither he nor my mom wanted to face the looooooong emergency room times. Also, his leg was hurting so bad that he couldn't ride in a car for more than five minutes at a time without having to stop and stretch his legs out. So--they called an ambulance.
The doctors initially were looking for a potential fracture or blood clot, but after numerous tests, those were ruled out. They haven't found an official cause yet, but it's suspected that there's a nerve problem.
Today I got to go in and spend all day there with my dad and one of my sisters. We've been trying to keep one of us there at all times so we can better advocate for my dad to the doctors. The physical therapist and occupational therapist this morning said that in their opinion, Dad is not safe to come home at this time. They want him to go into a skilled nursing facility. Since we couldn't reach a care facility, due to the holiday weekend. The therapists then suggested that he stay at the hospital at least until Monday.
This evening Rowan and I went to go see the fireworks show at the park. He had an absolute blast!
I would write more, but I keep falling asleep over my keyboard. I can't write more tonight, and that's a fact. See you all later!