A few dudes have asked on PM, so thought I'd post an update.
The old man is now in the "Mornington Center" rehab joint.. What a ****in morbid place...
Old bloke next to him has had a stroke, and keeps yelling 'help help help' or 'medical 'medical 'medical' over and over.. They cant get through to him what's happened. Poor old ****, you have to feel for him, he looks like a fit old boy too. its just the helplessness of it all. All the paitents are on their beds, but the beds are on the floor so they cant fall out... never seen it before.
Anyway when he got there he was not making any sense at all when talking to us... After a week he started to come good, but wasn't eating but was back to his old self talking
But they keep giving him Shit he doesn't like to eat then complain that he isn't eating
Over the last week, managed to get him to eat a few things, jelly, moose, few wedges but nothing of substance, or healthy.. he's as weak as a Toyota LSD and its Shit to see him like this...
They have been trying to get him up and about, and have had some success over the weeks which was great to hear... I'd love to see him at home on his chair again watchin his tele.
Got a call today (from only the second nurse to speak English) that he had a bad night spewing his arse up, so I said keep me informed - she was fantastic in her explanation and care. Sarvo before leaving work, called for an update.. Still hasn't eaten, and is has just been vomiting...
So dropped in with a cold can of lemonade and a burger incase he was hungry and its something he would usually eat.
As I got there he spewed up this runny black Shit - straight from a ****in horror movie... it was ****in hideous, and he was almost choking.. Ran and grabbed nurse, and she dealt with it.. **** they earn triple their pittance of a wage.
So after they did their magic on him, they took his blood pressure and its dropping... Not a good sign
I hung around and after 30 mins or so he had a drink of the lemonade, and was sounding better... So left him there... had a word to the nurse who is waiting for the Dr to turn up, and she said she would call me with what the Dr said...
So she called just now and we had a chat, and they are going to put him on IV food/fluid what ever they do, and send off the sample of the chunder for testing..
Then she floored me a bit - If he doesn't get better, do I want them to send him to Frankston Hospital or just make him comfortable. In other words, let him die.
We asked what they would do at Frankston, and they said maybe shove a camera down his throat and look around for what's going on. But not sure what they will find, and what they can do for him...
I'm not ready to give up on him yet, he's me dad... But I said ask what he wants. I know he's tired and I think he has had enough... His mind is still spot on - ask him anything about WW1-2 and history, and he's on it... but his body is ****ed.
So I think I'll head down there in the morning and see if I can find a doctor, as they are like mozzie cocks down there... you can never ****in find one...
It's his birthday Saturday.. hope he makes it.
edit: in the hour it took to write this, his blood pressure has dropped and they just called to say they are taking him to Frankston by Ambo
