I called him shortly after I got home from work to tell him I was picking him up soon. He didn't sound right. He sounded confused and didn't make sense when he spoke. I rushed over to check on him and he surprised me by being all dressed and ready to go and got out to my car just fine. But the conversation on the way to my brothers was very confusing. He was talking gibberish mostly and didn't seem to understand what I was saying. As soon as I got to my brothers house I rushed my brother out to the car. By that point my dad could barely get out of the car or walk. My brother called 911 and the EMT's said what I was fearing, that he was having a stroke. I rode in the ambulance with my dad to the hospital (full lights and sirens and blazing fast!).
They have determined that he has had a stroke but at this point they can't do much for him but wait and see what happens. He may get better, he may not. Physically, he seems to be OK but mentally and verbally, he is not. He most likely will be going to a nursing home for good, either way, tho.
My brother came to pick me up and spoke to the doctor for a bit and then we left. Just before that tho, he turned to me, said some nonsense and then, clear as a bell, said "I love you".
So tomorrow I am going back to my brothers for lunch (leftovers) and then probably back to the hospital afterward to see how he is doing.
Not exactly the Christmas Eve I had planned. Dinner was a bag of chip from a vending machine.
I feel really bad for my dad. I am sure he is scared and wondering what is happening. I really hope he doesn't have to spend the rest of his life like that. He has always been a real big talker and now if he can't even have a conversation, that will really be sad and frustrating.Please say a prayer for him!
