Hello, for the last month I’ve been struggling financially and emotionally. In the middle of May my dad went into surgery for a basic hip replacement and came out a stroke patient. Monday May 17, day of the surgery my mom sent my sister and I a text message with a time line of the surgery and they were hopeful about being able to go home that evening after the surgery. Night time came and we hadn’t heard from our mom so I reached out for an update, she told us they had trouble waking him up from the anesthesia, he couldn’t breathe strong enough on his own (they suggested it was because he had covid so bad that there may be damage) so they had to reintubate him for the night to see if he was able to wake up on his own over time. By Tuesday morning he was able to wake up but thing were far from alright. He had a minor facial droop, slurring his word, triple vision, and severe confusion. The doctors kept blaming his symptoms on anesthesia being in his system still and they wanted to see if the symptoms would wear off in a few days. I live about 7 hours south of my parents and immediately hopped in my car and drove up to see them knowing something was not right here. Due to just having a hip replacement they were hesitant about doing an MRI so soon after surgery, normal protocol would be six weeks which we didn’t have. On Thursday, they decided to go ahead with an MRI as it was more important to see if he had a stroke and to locate the clot if so. The MRI confirmed he did have a stroke and that it did happen within the last 4 days. Still in the hospita, I now watch my dad immobile due to a hip replacement that hasn’t been rehabbed properly and also mentally impaired due the the stroke. This is a man who had been working from 18 years old and was probably going to work until he was 85 years old, that’s just the kind of guy he is. As the doctors try to decide the best treatment that will suit his situation we sat in the hospital for another 4 days while the insurance company and rehabilitation centers work out the paper work. On day 9 of being in the hospital we finally got the word that they will be able to transfer him into a 24 HR care facility until he’s ready to be able to go home and get around on his own without supervision. My mom has used almost all her pto at this point sitting in the hospital, going to appointmens, and trying to get the house ready for a handicapped resident. Once my dad was put into the facility I made the drive back to where I’m living and now drive up almost once a week to help try to take care of him, help my mom figure out bill, and just help take care of general house chores. I’ve exhausted all my financial stability and my credit limit is almost maxed out. Im a hairdresser so working remotely isnt an option and not helping my parents as much as possible isnt an option either. I thought I had everything under control but its hard when to not help the people who gave you the best possible life in low middle class growing up. I feel defeated asking for help.
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