This post is going to be short as we are on our way back to the hospital, but I thought it important to give you an update if you're reading this.
We ate about 8pm last night (Taco night at the Rho-des house). Chris and I sit down to eat shortly thereafter and Doug asks me to go get his photos. He's bored and he wants to 'go through them' and rip up what he wants to. Of course, we don't get up and get them for him, we can't let him destroy all these irreplacable memories. He walks away and comes back maybe 2 minutes later, very very angry that we haven't yet gotten him his photos. He said he asked for them weeks ago. Chris and I at the same time say "Doug, we're eating!". Well, he gets furious as he wants them now and proceeds to tell us many things. He tells us he wants his gun (locked away and no bullets in the house if you're worried about that) so he can kill himself. He's yelling saying he's 'getting out of here' and 'moving away'. Amanda comes over to visit about now. He now has his cane and he's poking her with it, and hitting her with it, but he tells her that he's NOT mad at her. Actually, his words were "there's three I'm not mad at in this house right now, Amanda and the two cats. I'm going to go get a gun and kill everyone else". **heavy sigh** Amanda asks him several times to stop hitting her with the cane. He apologizes but continues. He tried to walk out the front door several times, and we decided to call 911. Actually Chris is on the phone with 911 one of the times that Doug left, so he had to run out there and get him while on the phone.
The ambulance comes, checks him out, and no apparent medical emergency. Chris tells them to bring him to the hospital anyways as we're sure something is going on. Doug is not happy about getting into the ambulance, there are many hateful angry words said as he's taken away.
When he got to the hospital they tried their best to help him but he was angry, abusive and refusing treatment and ripping out IV's. They gave him a shot of Ativan and it really helped him. He slept for the most part of the remainder of the time there. Short version, the test show he's had "many many more strokes". They can't tell if he's had one recently enough to have caused these changes. Then they ask us the difficult question: do we want them to put him on Ativan and send him home, or admit him for more testing to determine if a more recent stroke has caused this to happen. We discuss the fact that getting him to the doctors is hard enough, we might as well do it now and know - for sure - what's going on. We decided to admit him.
We got home about 6am and slept until about an hour ago. We're supposed to be at a choir rehearsal all day today (a special clinic for Easter music). We, obviously, didn't make it. But God has other plans, obviously.
I will post more later, but I just wanted to give a quick update on what's going on. Pray for Doug... pray hard.
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