Sick? or just worse?
He didn’t know who I am, or where he was. Got up to go to the bathroom at 3:15am and I woke up because he is muttering, I’m cold I’m cold. He is shivering uncontrollably. I help him into bed and try to snuggle him but he pushes me away. I heap another big blanket on top of the feather down. He thinks he is freezing but also can’t stay in bed. Up down, up down. Coughing, coughing, he can’t quit. I get up with him and get on his flannel loungers and a warm tee, socks and slippers. We go downstairs and I make some comomile and turn on the tv hoping he can focus on something. He can’t. He lays down on the couch, gets up, down, up. He is muttering to himself. I call Health link and discuss it with the nurse. Color is a bit grey, yes face even, speech impeded (compared to what?). Breathing – doesn’t seem to be an issue. Unsteady - no issue. He doesn’t even seem to be aware that I am on the phone or talking about him. He is in his own world. WHY. He was fine (in the scheme of things) when we went to bed. As we talk, he seems to settle a bit. She suggests we don’t need an ambulance but thinks I should take him to the ER within 4 hours. What a thought! He finally starts to settle a bit, has stopped shaking, says he is ready for bed. He falls asleep within minutes. It is almost 11am and I keep checking to see if he is breathing. And he is.