tbm3fan
Old Man with a Hat
Even me, who is around my father at least three times a week, was unaware of how much oxycodone my father was taking. I knew he had a prescription from a doctor for some back pain but not aware of how much hew was using.
Three weeks ago he had what seemed to be a TIA which cause temporary speech and vision problems. Late at night and he didn't call 911, go to the hospital or call me. His doctor later gave him the riot act for not doing that. On Wednesday, the 18th, I went over to his place to have lunch with him as it was his 92nd birthday.
All was fine. Then I called Saturday morning so I could stop by with the information I had to pre-arrange burial with the Veterans Administration when the time comes. Only I get him in the hospital as he had another TIA Friday morning. I have my son with me and he tells me not to come by because of that.
Then comes the late night call I have always dreaded. Marsha, his second wife calls at 12:30 am as the neurologist wants to talk to me. It seems he is having a third TIA and this one is not going away. It is now at the 2 hour mark and if TPA is used it must be within 3 hours. The doctor wants me to give the clearance for using the drug. Marsha is confused and technically they are no longer married for financial reasons. The drawback with the drug is that there is a 6-7% of hemorrhage because it is a powerful anti-coagulant. At 92 it is more like 15% and it would be a death sentence.
The doctor gives me the particulars, he answers my questions and I tell him to go ahead and roll the dice. I know my father is no fan of being incapacitated by a stroke. I then immediately head to the hospital and get there at 1:00 am just as they start the line in ICU. The RNs already know about me and what I do so they where all very nice and allowed me in while all of us monitored his vitals. He was strapped down as he had become combative and I tried to keep him down and calm. Finally he sort of dozed off although the RN has to wake him up every 30 minutes to ask name, check movement of extremities and measure pupil size. I left at 5:00 am in a cloudy daze now.
My sister wakes me at 11:00 this morning as she drove the 100 miles from her place. Tell her I will be down. Just talked to her and the third CAT scan has shown no bleeding in the brain. Once again he became quite combative and his speech was a little better. One could hear him asking Marsha if she brought it. It was oxycodone. He was taking 40mg/day which will lead to addiction. Now the question is he undergoing withdrawal right now in the hospital. Now the doctor wonders if he truly had a stroke. Oh great after having made that decision earlier. Doctor says it was the right course knowing what we knew.
He was just given 10mg of oxycodone by the doctor while under the hospital's oversight. My niece, an RN who deals with seniors, says she sees this all the time herself. Seniors get addicted quickly and then have these combative symptoms when withdrawn among who knows what else. So now I am off to the hospital, 20 minutes away, to see how things are in person. One big take away from all this, for everyone actually, is how evil oxycodone can be when one does not maintain tight control over it's use by the patient. It does have it's uses but with that comes it's dangers as a double edged sword.
Three weeks ago he had what seemed to be a TIA which cause temporary speech and vision problems. Late at night and he didn't call 911, go to the hospital or call me. His doctor later gave him the riot act for not doing that. On Wednesday, the 18th, I went over to his place to have lunch with him as it was his 92nd birthday.
All was fine. Then I called Saturday morning so I could stop by with the information I had to pre-arrange burial with the Veterans Administration when the time comes. Only I get him in the hospital as he had another TIA Friday morning. I have my son with me and he tells me not to come by because of that.
Then comes the late night call I have always dreaded. Marsha, his second wife calls at 12:30 am as the neurologist wants to talk to me. It seems he is having a third TIA and this one is not going away. It is now at the 2 hour mark and if TPA is used it must be within 3 hours. The doctor wants me to give the clearance for using the drug. Marsha is confused and technically they are no longer married for financial reasons. The drawback with the drug is that there is a 6-7% of hemorrhage because it is a powerful anti-coagulant. At 92 it is more like 15% and it would be a death sentence.
The doctor gives me the particulars, he answers my questions and I tell him to go ahead and roll the dice. I know my father is no fan of being incapacitated by a stroke. I then immediately head to the hospital and get there at 1:00 am just as they start the line in ICU. The RNs already know about me and what I do so they where all very nice and allowed me in while all of us monitored his vitals. He was strapped down as he had become combative and I tried to keep him down and calm. Finally he sort of dozed off although the RN has to wake him up every 30 minutes to ask name, check movement of extremities and measure pupil size. I left at 5:00 am in a cloudy daze now.
My sister wakes me at 11:00 this morning as she drove the 100 miles from her place. Tell her I will be down. Just talked to her and the third CAT scan has shown no bleeding in the brain. Once again he became quite combative and his speech was a little better. One could hear him asking Marsha if she brought it. It was oxycodone. He was taking 40mg/day which will lead to addiction. Now the question is he undergoing withdrawal right now in the hospital. Now the doctor wonders if he truly had a stroke. Oh great after having made that decision earlier. Doctor says it was the right course knowing what we knew.
He was just given 10mg of oxycodone by the doctor while under the hospital's oversight. My niece, an RN who deals with seniors, says she sees this all the time herself. Seniors get addicted quickly and then have these combative symptoms when withdrawn among who knows what else. So now I am off to the hospital, 20 minutes away, to see how things are in person. One big take away from all this, for everyone actually, is how evil oxycodone can be when one does not maintain tight control over it's use by the patient. It does have it's uses but with that comes it's dangers as a double edged sword.