DaltonBoi
03-18-2008, 03:12 AM
December 5th 2007 Morning: My dad had been dealing with symptoms that seemed like diabetes for a few months. He would sleep A LOT, his tongue got infected and everything he would drink was bitter (even water), and lost about 30 lbs in a month. We took to him to a check up on December 2nd and his sugar was very high. Found out later, high enough where he should have been hospitalized immediately. But the doctor sent him home. The next few days his symptoms got worse, so my brother took him to the hospital and his sugar was at 496. For any of you that know sugar levels, that's very dangerous. So he took tests, immediately, they have him insulin. Throughout the day my siblings went to visit as he underwent tests and doctor had said his vitals were excellent. They checked his heart, his blood pressure, etc. His sugar was slowly coming down. By around 3PM his sugar had went down to a 272 and going down. My wife and I had visit for about 45 minutes. I told my dad to give me a grip with his hands and he did. I saw that he looked much better and went to work.
Around 6PM: I got a call from my brother that he had fell. And he said, "I don't whats happening." My heart started pounding and I drove as fast as I could to the hospital. I walked in to the Intensive Care Unit where my dad had been and saw that they were trying to revive my dad.
Prior to this: My mom went to see my dad around 5:00 PM after she got out from work. My dad had told her to go to work because he was feeling better and he would be okay when he went to the doctor. We she got there, he needed the restroom and had been holding it all day because he wasn't comfortable with other people helping him to use the restroom (he's a pastor). So the nurse took off his insulin, took off his ivy, and everything else. And had him walk by himself. Knowing that he had been in bed all day taking out blood all day with insulin, it's mind boggling why they would; First, take off the insulin, ivy, etc. Secondly, why no one helped him.
As he tried to help himself to the restroom in the same room. He sat down and when tried to have a bowel movement, my mom said he looked at her and he shook his head no, and his eyes started to roll back. He tried to make it back to his bed and fell to the ground. It took 15 minutes to find hospital personale to pick him up from the floor (he weighed 270 lbs.). And that's when I received the call at work that I needed to go to the hospital immediately.
6:15PM: They tried to revive him. They had told us not to worry that they were going to release him that night. All his vitals checked great. The doctor said he would go home. When they pronounced him dead, the doctor pulled my immediate family aside and said he had no idea what caused his death. Yet, later we receive his death certificate that the cause of death was arrhythmia. In our state laws, if a doctor does not know the cause of death the facility is responsible to notify the state and they take over to perform an autopsy. During the process of trying to revive my dad, the nurses kept saying they didn't have anything they need. Kept heearing things like, "It's an the ER."
Today: I find myself struggling through each day at work, college, anywhere I go. I have no motivation to do good in anything. My teachers have been very understanding, but I find myself angry at this hospital. I'm not a medical expert. But common sense tells me that, if you are on insulin or some other drug and all of a sudden it gets pulled from your system your body might say, "hey I need that." I must say that through prayer that I can get through each day, but feel upset that perhaps hospital staff were responsible for my dad's death. Does anyone think that the hospital could have prevented my dad from dying? Does it seem strange to you how no one helped him to the restroom or mandated him help and how they took off the insulin, ivy, etc?
It's hard knowing that your dad possibly could have lived but the failure of people attending to your dad failed in their logic and were very unprepared. I hope no one has to go through this because the loss of my father was possibly on the hands of idiots.
Statistics of my dad:
Pastor of our church
Great father and best friend
Great Husband to my mother
Teacher for 19 years (8th and 9th Grade)
42 years old. January 23 of 2008 he would have been 43.
No obvious vitals of illness other that diabetes.
Around 6PM: I got a call from my brother that he had fell. And he said, "I don't whats happening." My heart started pounding and I drove as fast as I could to the hospital. I walked in to the Intensive Care Unit where my dad had been and saw that they were trying to revive my dad.
Prior to this: My mom went to see my dad around 5:00 PM after she got out from work. My dad had told her to go to work because he was feeling better and he would be okay when he went to the doctor. We she got there, he needed the restroom and had been holding it all day because he wasn't comfortable with other people helping him to use the restroom (he's a pastor). So the nurse took off his insulin, took off his ivy, and everything else. And had him walk by himself. Knowing that he had been in bed all day taking out blood all day with insulin, it's mind boggling why they would; First, take off the insulin, ivy, etc. Secondly, why no one helped him.
As he tried to help himself to the restroom in the same room. He sat down and when tried to have a bowel movement, my mom said he looked at her and he shook his head no, and his eyes started to roll back. He tried to make it back to his bed and fell to the ground. It took 15 minutes to find hospital personale to pick him up from the floor (he weighed 270 lbs.). And that's when I received the call at work that I needed to go to the hospital immediately.
6:15PM: They tried to revive him. They had told us not to worry that they were going to release him that night. All his vitals checked great. The doctor said he would go home. When they pronounced him dead, the doctor pulled my immediate family aside and said he had no idea what caused his death. Yet, later we receive his death certificate that the cause of death was arrhythmia. In our state laws, if a doctor does not know the cause of death the facility is responsible to notify the state and they take over to perform an autopsy. During the process of trying to revive my dad, the nurses kept saying they didn't have anything they need. Kept heearing things like, "It's an the ER."
Today: I find myself struggling through each day at work, college, anywhere I go. I have no motivation to do good in anything. My teachers have been very understanding, but I find myself angry at this hospital. I'm not a medical expert. But common sense tells me that, if you are on insulin or some other drug and all of a sudden it gets pulled from your system your body might say, "hey I need that." I must say that through prayer that I can get through each day, but feel upset that perhaps hospital staff were responsible for my dad's death. Does anyone think that the hospital could have prevented my dad from dying? Does it seem strange to you how no one helped him to the restroom or mandated him help and how they took off the insulin, ivy, etc?
It's hard knowing that your dad possibly could have lived but the failure of people attending to your dad failed in their logic and were very unprepared. I hope no one has to go through this because the loss of my father was possibly on the hands of idiots.
Statistics of my dad:
Pastor of our church
Great father and best friend
Great Husband to my mother
Teacher for 19 years (8th and 9th Grade)
42 years old. January 23 of 2008 he would have been 43.
No obvious vitals of illness other that diabetes.