Thursday morning and Dad was no better. So Atria move in was off the agenda. We spent a lot of phone time either seeking information or receiving information, all around our concern that the insulin regime was not working, for whatever reason. We also spent some time making sure his small home meter he uses for blood sugar was reading correctly. Information from so many sources was not that useful and gramps was continuing to feel poorly. He made a try to write some checks in the evening and that was a complete disaster. I had to dive in and sort those out once he had gone to bed.
So really on Thursday night We were not looking forward to Friday morning with much hope, but the plan to move them was still in place. Mom had bags everywhere ready for departure. And miraculously dad woke up much improved, got up early, wanted to know what the plan was, what the schedule was. He was still moving pretty slowly but was fully intending to be ready to go. He had early breakfast, then got washed, shaved and dressed. He wanted to check his bills from the evening before and was a bit devasted by his effort from the night before. But we got that sorted and prepared a few things for mailing. Noni went up with Linda and Dad and I had charge of Gramps. Arrival at Attria you will see in the photos, Noni was waiting in the lobby for him to go up to the room. He was overwhelemed walking into the sitting room, said it looked like a hotel. Noni was very proud. He immediately found his spot in one of the Chairs and was more than happy to watch the golf.
So Dad and I eventually went down to lunch with Noni. She nearly knows her way around the menu and the wait staff are very attentive do kind. We brought a salad back to the room for Gramps and then Dad and I took off to bring over the last few bags from the house.
When we got back Gramps was asleep, he had eaten his salad but had wanted to lay down. He was fully asleep and really hot, we woke him up to get some water and food into him but he was incredibly weak and confused, kept just falling back on the the bed. Linda and Noni have seen this sort of thing many times, this quick decline. So the call was made to Paramedics and within a short time in they came to work their magic. The had the regular series of questions for Dad all of which he was able to answer, what's your name, what day is it, where are you? But he had a very high temp and they said straight away which hospital because he is going to ER. So poor gramps off to the hospital again. NOni seemed calm and not surprised, really more relieved than anything. Linda followed them up to Seaton and Dad and I sat with Noni
She did not seem so worried to say on her own and really wanted us to go get some food. It was still daylight so we dashed out for something. Once we got back to Noni we heard from Linda that she was heading back to do the overnight with Noni so we spent about an hour with Noni, who was all ready for bed, hairnet and all, and then we returned to A very quiet Miller avenue at the end of a very big, very emotional day.
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