Yesterday my sister called and said Dad had another seizure. He’d driven to the Moose Lodge for lunch. When he got out to walk inside, he thought his leg didn’t feel right. He calmly told the lady at the door he was going to have a seizure and for her to call my sister and an ambulance.
I’m not telling you this to collect your warm wishes for Dad’s speedy recovery. He’s fine now. Seems he forgot to take his anti-seizure medicine the night before. What I thought you might find interesting is how he got to the point he had to worry about seizures.
When Dad was 17 he got tired of driving a coal truck, lied about his age and joined the Army. Before he completed basic training the Korean War began. The Army pulled every tooth he had and sent him to Korea with no dentures and a Garand. (Sometimes he used a BAR. Said he liked shooting it but hated carrying it.) Eight months later he was home with a bullet hole in his chest and another in his leg.
Dad spent over two years in the Army Hospital at Ft. Picket. They didn’t think he would walk again. He did. So well in fact I was never able to keep up with him when we were coon hunting. Dad was always proud of his service but never let on it was a big deal. Even considered himself lucky to have had the experience and to have been afforded the GI Bill.
Here’s the cool part; after Ft. Picket, the only nights Dad spent in a hospital were those he spent with my mother when she was ill. Over 50 years and no hospital stays.
Anyway, two years ago he got the flu and a VA doctor prescribed Phenergan for nausea. A side effect of this drug is that it can impair thinking and it did. Sis stopped to check on Dad and he seemed disorientated. She thought he might be dehydrated so took him to the VA for fluids. That’s when things got stupid!
They diagnosed him as suffering alcohol withdrawal and heavily sedated him – a common treatment apparently. Sedated him so much he suffered a massive stroke. Then, they refused to release him in his comatose state to his personal doctor at the regional hospital. After a trying several hours, during which I thought I might end up in jail, we finally manipulated his release.
Long story short: Dad recovered very well considering the extent of the stroke. (He did drive to the Moose Lodge the other day.)
What I find ironic is that after nearly dying while serving his country, the government administration designed to care for our veterans nearly killed him again, just because they didn’t know what in the hell they were doing.
Oh, almost forgot. His VA doctor was Korean.