So, Sunday night into Monday morning I took my shift watching FIL until 6am again. The poor guy was so restless...he kept fidgeting and calling out for us to help him. However, he wasn't responsive and if we spoke to him he didn't understand. We managed to keep him at home despite great problems. He was screaming at 5am at the top of his lungs because we wouldn't let him lay down since we were cleaning his bed.
Now he was also trying to talk to us, but he was making no sense and the sentences he was saying were garbled. We waited until 12pm on Monday and we took him to the nearest hospital and had him admitted. I went to see him on Tuesday evening and he was sleeping peacefully and we headed home.
Now he was also trying to talk to us, but he was making no sense and the sentences he was saying were garbled. We waited until 12pm on Monday and we took him to the nearest hospital and had him admitted. I went to see him on Tuesday evening and he was sleeping peacefully and we headed home.
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