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So, Andrew'd been suffering earaches for a week, and then yesterday morning he woke up with intense pain in the joint of his left big toe, so after a few hours of putting ice on it to no avail, we went to the emergency room, where they decided they didn't like the results of his blood tests and admitted him; he's now spending his second night, there, though he's in a semi-private room now and the anti-inflammatories are working, so it's likely to be easier on him than last night. They've been giving him fluids, too, so no doubt his kidneys (it's always the kidneys) will be ok when they re-check them.
Actually, we're both hoping this gets a psychiatrist to actually look at him; in the field of mental health it's the wheel that comes to Emergency in serious condition that gets the grease.
Anyway, things are generally fine, although I noticed this afternoon that even though it's not the dementia or the psych ward, some of the patients on his floor are a bit... confused. I was about to leave Andrew's room for a few minutes to get a coffee and found the door blocked by an old man with a walker who was not the other occupant of the room, and who shuffled in and stared at us (and the other occupant) silently, expressionless and unresponsive to our attempts to politely tell him that he was in the wrong room. He wasn't threatening, exactly, and eventually some nurses convinced him to go elsewhere, but having read reviews of It Follows, I was glad I haven't actually seen the movie yet.
Actually, we're both hoping this gets a psychiatrist to actually look at him; in the field of mental health it's the wheel that comes to Emergency in serious condition that gets the grease.
Anyway, things are generally fine, although I noticed this afternoon that even though it's not the dementia or the psych ward, some of the patients on his floor are a bit... confused. I was about to leave Andrew's room for a few minutes to get a coffee and found the door blocked by an old man with a walker who was not the other occupant of the room, and who shuffled in and stared at us (and the other occupant) silently, expressionless and unresponsive to our attempts to politely tell him that he was in the wrong room. He wasn't threatening, exactly, and eventually some nurses convinced him to go elsewhere, but having read reviews of It Follows, I was glad I haven't actually seen the movie yet.
