My darling (and I use that term very, very loosely) has managed to come down with the bronchitis/pneumonia that I had last week. I kept wanting to take him the dr but he won't go. Wednesday nite, after I am all comfy in bed, almost asleep, he decides that he needs to go to the ER so I get up, mumbling to myself to bring him. We got there about 11ish. Only one dr was there so it took forever, but eventually they did get my husband some xrays, bloodwork and an iv started. They gave him steriods through the IV and he felt immediate relief. We were given 2 prescriptions and sent home at 4AM.
I was too tired to go to walgreen's to get the meds at 4AM, so I done that in the morning after I finished napping. Well, I told him he needed to go after the prescriptions, but he didn't until after 8pm. The antibiotics weren't filled due to a serious reaction between the antibiotic and my dh blood thinner. Walgreen's said that my dh would have to see the dr this morning to get a replacement med.
I told my dh this and he told me that "I am only going to the dr for medicine, if I get admitted, it's your fault". Him being admitted didn't even cross my mind so I just laughed it off. Sure enough, we get to see the dr and my dh's pulse ox, the oxygen present in his blood, was 78, it should be 100. I told the dr that it had to be wrong, he didn't look sick, he was sounding better, that darn machine thingy was wrong. The dr put the device on another finger and got the same reading.
So the visit was stopped then and there and we were told to go straight to the ER where he would be evualated. He could just get a bag of IV antibiotics in the ER with some blood tests and xrays or he might be admitted. If his eyes were bullets, I would be dead.
Well I informed the dr that he won't go, my dh hates the hospital, he goes nuts. We were told that it was in his best interest to go. I left the dr in my truck, he left in his. I went by the ER but he wasn't there he was at his sister's house. I told him that I wanted him at the ER now and this wasn't my fault, I am not the one who puts the cigarette into his mouth then lights it. He has been diagnosed with COPD as well as emphyzema and asthma.
Well his sister has one of these pulse ox machines and dh told me his number is up to 92 so he's not going to the hospital, but even if he's over the "attack" or whatever was causing his oxygen level to be so low, he's still not covered by antibiotics and this will not go away without them.
My dh is bi-polar manic depressive, so it makes things like 50 times worse, but I am beginning to think that I am bi-polar as well. He raises hell at me and I just sit there and cry like some sort of a sissy. I have already told him that if he's put into the hospital and raises hell with me as he usually does, I am leaving. I will come back later and then the process will repeat itself if necessary til one of us gets tired of it.
My dh is scared to death of a hospital, he actually lays there and goes into this fetal position where he does nothing but cry....yeah it's that bad. He's in the hospital probably 4 times per year because of his asthma/COPD and we go through this everytime. The majority of his family lives within 45 minutes of the hospital yet they don't show up to help me care for him, I am there 24/7 only leaving long enough to run home and get a shower. My kids go to my inlaws house while I care for him.
I am so scared that I am going to be made a widow at a very young age, not only does this effect me, but we still have two kids here, our son is 16 and our baby girl is 12, so not only will I be a widow at a young age, I will also become a single parent to 2 kids who love thier father very much.
I am not sure if I am here to complain, searching for sympathy (something that I don't do), or if I am just needing support of my friends. I am numb. Back in September, my dh had a severe attack here at the house and our son had to call 911 to come get his Dad. We almost lost him then, the paramedic told me that he was moving no air at all. I am just afraid this is going to happen yet again, but we won't respond in time. I do sleep hard, especially with the pain meds, but my dh doesn't stay in bed with me all nite long as he roams the house and goes outside to have a cigarette. I am just afraid that I will come up short in his care or that something very bad is going to happen to him and the kids are going to be around, they will never forget that as long as they live.
Well I am finished ranting for now, but stay tuned I am sure I will have another fit here before long, as DH isn't here, he's still at his sister's house.
Thanks for listening,