this will never stop haunting me, i had lunch with my beloved father, he kept dropping his fork, but he also has parkinsons. i left to go home and at 7 pm, my father called me and asked me to come over, that his left arm kept dropping, i thought he was having a bad spell of parkinsons, i walked him to my car, he was stumbling a bit (again, we both thought the parkinsons), the next thing you know, he and i walked into the hospital. they took him into triage unit, and bang, he was raced into the e.r, his b.p. had sky rocketed.
they could not give him the lifesaving blood thinner until hours later due to the b.p. had to be down to a certain level.....yet, he stroked out completely in the e.r...dry eschemic right side stroke.
how did this progress so fast when he was in the e.r.?????????? he walked into the darn e.r., when i heard the word stroke, i went into a state of shock. it's been three months and he's in a skilled nursing facility, wheelchair bound.
i could cry buckets of tears, this could have been prevented!!!