I Am At A Total Loss For Words...

My second to the youngest brother and my sister went to visit Dad yesterday.  They found him in his room, asleep in his wheel chair.  Apparently, the nurses had placed him in his room for privacy because they were going to check his blood sugar.  My sister reported it was 157.

I went to sleep early last night and did not read her email until today.  When I first read the email, I thought it read, "checked his blood pressure".  Reading it again today, I realized what it said and became concerned.  Why would they be checking Dad's blood sugar?  He is not a diabetic....

I called the nursing home and spoke with the charge nurse.  She confirmed it was me, then she verified Dad was listed as a diabetic on his chart!  How did this happen and neither Mom nor I knew about this?  Mom was as shocked as I was. Nothing was said about this in February, at his last Care Conference. Mom told me the last time Dad was in hospital, in January, one of the doctors in the ER had asked her if Dad was diabetic, and she told him NO.

This is a prime example why I don't like the "new chart" each time he comes back from the hospital.  I sent an email to Dad's primary care physician.  If I don't hear from him by tomorrow, I will call his office.  When I spoke with the nurse, she said the doctor  wanted him monitored regularly before and after meals and had him on sliding scale..."0-200 no insulin, 201-250 insulin".  I am blown away to know he has been given a couple shots of insulin!

I mean, I AM THE ONE THEY ARE SUPPOSE TO CALL WITH ANY CHANGES!!!  And....(get this), my sister said the note (to call me first) was back above his bed! Remember just a couple days ago, the nurse told me they had to take it down???

Anyway....back to their visit...

After his blood test, they put his red cap on his head to protect him from the sun and wheeled Dad out to the patio for some dominoes.  Dad did remarkably well, having no problems matching the dots.  In fact, he won most of the games.  My sister trimmed his nails in between games...

I had been having trouble reaching Dad.  There is some new nurse who, for all intent and purposes, lies to me...always with an excuse as to why I can't talk with Dad.  She told me Dad was eating, when in fact he was being bathed.  (As you can tell, I am not too happy with the nursing home right now...).  My sister knew I had been trying to reach Dad, so she called me so I could talk with Dad.  It was a brief conversation, but I could hear how happy he was being with my brother and sister.  I could tell he was anxious to visit with them...

Dad talking with me on my sister's cell...

Dad did tell me he wanted me to come visit or he would come see me...He also told my sister and brother he did not want them to leave when lunch was served... It is always tough, when he doesn't want us to leave...

Dad and my sister Holly

They wheeled him back into the lunch room and set him with a table full of ladies.  Dad told them he would play "footsies" with them under the table... They had a good chuckle and kissed him good bye.

Basically, they had a good visit.  Dad told them how happy he was and what good care they give him...

I am at a total loss for words.  I just cannot believe this shocking news of Dad being diabetic and me not knowing! I will get to the bottom of this.  I want a date when this diabetic diagnosis was placed on his chart.  I want some answers, and I WILL GET THEM!!