I have always loved old people. They are founts of wisdom and experience and usually so willing to share all that they know. After this weekend I may change my mind.
My Dad was in the hospital for eight days with mysterious symptoms. He was very weak, a high fever, chills so bad that his body shook, an elevated white blood cell count, and it all stumped the doctors.
When they couldn't figure out what it was, they were ready to call it a virus and send him home. He broke out in wracking chills and they couldn't release him. After eight days they determined that he had Lymes Disease, from the bite of a deer tick. Since it has affected his liver (with four abscesses) he has probably had it for over a year. The antibiotic has started to kick in and now his energy is returning and he is feeling well enough to antagonize everyone and complain.
There were several times yesterday where I wanted to say things I've never even thought before. It amazes me how you can go from fear of loosing someone in a few days to considering throwing their old butt into a nursing home!!! I'm actually glad to see him feeling feisty. Of course, I drove home last night...and it is five hours away. :-)
