Getting tired of hospitals...

I am really getting tired of hospitals, and the bad thing is, I work in one! This has been one of the longest weekends I can remember. It started out with a phone call from my mom yesterday (Saturday). Dad hadn't been feeling well, having a lot of weakness and low blood pressure; they "had a call into his doctor" and weren't coming up. Then mom mentions that Dad wanted her to call 911, but she thought he was doing fine. I basically said that she needed to hang up with my and call the stinkin ambulance if he said he needed it. You see...Dad hates hospitals. He wouldn't want to go to one if he didn't need it. I got back home quick (I was at the store). I basically said to Brent "How fast can we get to Illinois?" Somehow we fed Abby, packed all four of us up, packed the dog up, and got on the road less than an hour from the time Mom called. We decided to see if we could stay at Brent's parents' house instead of my parents' house so Mom wouldn't think she needed to host us. Then...we find out that Brent's grand-dad wasn't feeling well, and hadn't been feeling well since the last time he got out of the hospital, which was a week or so ago. Okay....at this point, we're thinking we're meant to be in Illinois.

So we get to the hospital to see Dad....they did a spinal tap and drew blood to run a bunch of tests...ruling out Gullian Barre syndrome. Oh yeah...he's also lost 20 pounds in the last month....not on purpose. Fast forward to today...pulmonary function tests look really good...got some preliminary tests back, still don't know much. And then my mom just kind of mentions that the neurologist that is consulting on Dad is questioning his Sinamet and Requip dosing for the Parksinsons meds. Mom said the doctor said she'd figure out what's going on here first and talk about the Parkinson's meds later. Okay...small explanation...it took a lot of work and a little prodding from me to get him into my hospital to see a Parkinson's specialist and finally get his Parkinson's managed to the point that he can function....and then this doctor, who doesn't know Dad for more than a day starts questioning things. She is NOT a parkison's specialist...I left there making Mom and Dad promise they wouldn't let anyone change anything about the Parkinson's meds unless it came from his specialist. Needless to say...I want Dad in my hospital, being seen by the docs I work with and taken care of by the nurses I work with. I don't know how we can make that happen.

Ah...the story continues... as we're leaving the hospital with the kids, Brent gets a phone call. It's his dad....they're sitting in the ER in a different hospital with his grand-dad. Now, as I'm typing....they've run xrays, CT scan, I'm pretty sure they ran some blood tests....and we wait and see. Needless to say, we're in no shape to go back home, I didn't sleep last night hardly at all (although the kids did) I'm a worrier...so I'm completely drained right now. I'm pretty sure I'd be a wreck at work tomorrow, so I'm not going in. We'll try to head back in the morning. Ugh!