He woke up with an irregular heartbeat, thought it might be because he hasn't taken his thyroid medicine in two days, took them, no effect. Called the nurses hotline, they told him to go to urgent care, urgent care sent him by ambulance to the ER.
Per my mom's words. "The doctor said he has afib & is giving him meds to control the fibrillation of the heart. It has a side effect of lowering his blood pressure, which is already low, so they need to monitor him awhile. The heart rate hasn't responded well enough to the meds, so they are doing a continuous drip & admitting him to stay overnight."
Of course, Dad being Dad, he's saying he wants to go home and that he's hungry. They're getting him lunch to see if that will help with anything. The cardiologist doesn't think this was even related to his stomach issues, so we're very unsure of what, how, or why any of this is happening.
Loki cat is alright with him being gone this time. He's just been sleeping and purring away. Might change if he still doesn't come home tonight but a needy cat is one less thing to worry about.
So he's officially staying overnight. He's doing better but his heart still doesn't have a regular rhythm, so they're gonna give him a blood thinner, and watch to see how he reacts overnight. If everything goes well, he might be able to come home as soon as tomorrow.
So he's staying and my mom's coming home. Everyone is in good spirits despite the circumstances and Mom FINALLY convinced Dad staying at the hospital was the best thing for him.
I love him dearly but he can be a frightfully stubborn old man and full of that tough macho man masculinity bullcrap so many Latino men have. He thinks if he admits to there being a problem, then somehow that's showing weakness. And if he ignores it long enough, it'll go away on its own. Yeeeaaaahhhh, that's not how illness works, Dad.