Well, over the weekend Grandpa decided that he was not going to keep his oxygen on. I tried to put it on him and he became increasingly defiant about it. I gave up on that and decided to walk him to the toilet, he didn't want to do that and wanted instead to turn around and go back to bed. I was right at the toilet with him and just needed to get his pants off and sit him down. he decided instead to drop himself on the floor and hit his head on the floor. Chase and I were able to get him standing again. He was pretty whipped after his tantrum so he sat on the toilet without a problem. Then an hour or so after all that and having dinner George looked in his room as he was walking by and saw that GrandPa didn't look right. Ernie went in after George and said "Hey Susan, he's having another fit" I went in and sure enough he was not breathing and his face was grey and lips were blue. I started doing a sternal rub with my knuckles to rouse him and hold his head up straight and we put his oxygen back on. He did come around.
But honestly, when I saw him, I thought he was dead. He's been ok since then, but Ernie has decided not to hospitalize him anymore. Since we have the oxygen here and I know what to do for comfort care he said there's really no point. If he runs a fever we will get antibiotics and treat him that way. He's now a DNR/DNI.
I spoke to a friend of mine who's husband is an undertaker and told her that we would be setting up arrangements in the near future so it's done with. I also told our Pastor that we would want to talk about Grandpa's funeral with him as well.
In other news...
I got the first of my two mantoux tests today, I'll get another one in about 10 days and then complete my CPR course and I can go back to work for the agency.
I have so many feelings about this. Happy, scared and yes, annoyed that I have to work, lol. I'm such a lazy fuck. Why can't I be a princess?