No glittery title here - no cute choice in words.
I've been up for over 24 hours.
My dad is really, REALLY sick.
Spent the last 12 of those 24 hours in the E.R. I drove, Dad road shotgun, Mom and the egyptian in the back.
He was vomiting all night and complaining of pressure and burning in his chest.
ER found his blood sugar level at 760, a high white blood cell count, high potassium and sodium. His heart rate was through the roof.
He was admitted less than an hour ago, he is in his room, sedated by morphine and hooked up to an insulin IV drip. The last conversation we had was about if they do a heart cath, it will be Monday.
I am still trying to digest everything.
It's like his body is shutting down.