Well, Dad had a good day yesterday, followed by a settled night. With only two heart-slowing episodes yesterday, and none at all during the night, it's beginning to look as if the amiodarone is finally working its way out of his system. Generally, it seems that doctors are predicting he's dying and that it's only a matter of time now - perhaps a few more days. The two main sources of concern are that his kidneys haven't really started to work after the sepsis, and the wound from his surgery is still infected and slow to heal.
This morning, the night nurse reported a confusing and slightly paradoxical picture: there's no evidence his kidneys are starting to work, and yet he produced a lot more urine overnight than she would have expected; Dad's wound is still infected and becoming smelly now... yet his blood count for infection indicators is down, rather than up. We'll see what doctors feel should be done, when they come around the ward this morning.
I was supposed to go into hospital myself today - for my appointment with the arthritis specialist who was going to assess what could possibly be done about the constant pain in my feet. Despite phoning the Spanish hospital more than forty times last week to explain my situation and cancel the appointment, there was always either an engaged line or an endlessly ringing phone that no one answered. So I'm hoping that my non-appearance won't cause problems, and that they'll reschedule my appointment for a later date over the winter.
