Last night, just as DH and I were getting ready to snuggle into our bed and sleep, I heard this Godalmight CRASH downstairs.
*sigh*
Downstairs we trot, to find all the lights on again in every room except the loungeroom in which was in darkness. I checked the bedroom. No MIL. I checked the other bedroom. No MIL, I crept into the loungeroom, whilst DH peeked into the dining room.
"Mum, what's happened?" I heard him say, and backtracked to the dining room. There I found her, flat on her back, moaning and making 'Ouchie" faces, with the rocking chair on it's side. I slipped in a huge puddle of urine, and almost collected the doorframe.
I took one look at her, and her unresponsiveness, and called the ambulance. I then went and sat with her, and comforted her. Checked her pulse (72bpm) and respirations (18) (good thing I've learnt that eh?) which was all happily within normal limites. But she was muttering, and obviously uncomfortable (and cold, she was on wet tiles!) I put a blanket over her, because she had no clothes on the lower half of her body, and we waited for the ambulance. She held my hand/s, quite tightly, fearing to let go. She had split her lip, and had a laceration over her right eye.
Ambulance turned up, and took my ob's nicely, got MIL onto a spinal board, and loaded her in the ambulance. By that stage, I had her holding her own hands
. We went and got in the car and met her up at the hospital.
Her blood pressure was 220/110, and 15 minutes later was 199/101. 3 hours later it was still 199/95 .. still high ~ !!
We waited from 11pm to 1.30am to see a doctor, who finally turned up (I think because DH and I said we had to go home ...) and took down our information of the nights events and MIL's health. THEN they sent us home, because they were going to wake her up and check her out. She may yet have to have a CT scan this morning.
Now .. her behaviour whilst on the hospital bed : She was compliant and happy when awake'ish, then promptly started climbing out of the bed, quite agitated. The nurses got to her, and they managed to get her to the toilet, but with a puddle of urine trailing along. She soaked the few clothes she had on her. They cleaned her up, put a gown on her, and put her back to bed. She was giggling at this stage. They put a warm blanket on her that she LOVED ... and was happy happy!! DH sat next to her, and she grabbed his arm and dragged it over her to her shoulder. He wasn't comfortable, but she had started to doze, so he just put up with it. (with a few pleading looks to me, but I stood my ground away from the bed .......) well, then she started to get agitated again, and fussed over the blanket (too heavy, not hot anymore) then settled, then fussed again, and started to climb out of bed. At this stage, the nurses were busy with their own run-away patient (young girl kept escaping from her bed to have a shower ... psych consult on his way) and they asked me to take her to the toilet and get a urine sample.
I did !!! Not without numerous puddles, cause MIL didn't make it again, soaked her gown, so I got her into a dry one (with DH's help, he was hovering outside the bathroom) and we got her back to bed. New hot blanket again .. she liked that one even more!!
So .. we got home at 2am .. finally fell asleep, it's now 7.43am and we're getting the kids ready for school so we can take them and then dash up to the hospital.
In between that, I'm going to try and get onto ACAT and tell them of the nights events. I'm HOPING that they'll admit MIL for proper assessment ...but it depends, of course, if they have a bed available.
Fingers crossed. I'll keep you updated.
I hate this disease, I really do.
Hugs
Sally
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