Here are scenes from a hospital…looking in…and looking out from my dad’s room. Taken at lunchtime today when my mum and I visited him.
High fever on Thursday evening plus faint brownish discolouration when he had a wee. We took him to the A&E that night and he was warded. Urinary tract infection. Poor thing was shaking so much from the infection and fever the nurse had to hold down his arm firmly to get the needle in.
He looked better yesterday and was on oral antibiotics. My bro reckoned my dad’d be discharged today. The shorter your stay, the better…as less likely to pick up stuff. But my dad’s prostate is inflamed and he’s on IV antibiots now and will have a scan of kidneys, bladder and prostate on Monday.
He seemed himself today although tired and a bit weak. But all seems well…*touch wood*. He’s in no discomfort, so that’s good.
My mum and I are gonna see him tomorrow at lunchtime, just like today. My dad’s lunch looked good today. I almost nicked some of his mashed potato
Ok…so…the pics. Here’s a bag of saline hanging around in his room looking bored. Vs 2 and 3 are views out his window…nice clouds, huh?
I feel upbeat about things so nobody worry about anything.