I went up to the Cleveland Clinic last night – it was easy enough to find, but they somehow managed to hide the parking deck from me for a bit. My room-mate is not doing well – they are now starting to talk about liver failure and transplant or at the very least surgery to remove the damaged parts of the liver.
I talked to one of his sisters yesterday – she and the rest of the siblings are trying to sort out the care he will need after the surgery. I am concerned that they are thinking they can rely on me to do the lion’s share as the primary caregiver.
They didn’t do dialysis yesterday and he got disoriented by the high levels of ammonia in his system. At 3 am this morning, he called me and said he got up, didn’t know where he was, and tried to leave the hospital. They got him settled, but it was pretty scary.
I just talked to his social worker this morning and she confirmed that he’s still disoriented. I’m hoping we’ll know more this afternoon on how they will be able to proceed with him.
I’m tired and feeling more than a little lost. Guess I’d better get back to work.