my dad suffered a severe stroke followed by an epileptic fit.
My parents were on their way back from holiday and had just stopped off for a break. When they went for a walk prior to getting back into the camper van, my father suddenly lost complete orientation. He did not have any typical symptoms associated with a stroke or fit.
My mum tried to contact me on my mobile but my phone is on silent at work so I called her back exactly 3 min after she tried to get hold of me – no answer.
Then my eldest mailed me asking what was wrong, his grand kept trying to call him although she knows that he is in university and can´t take calls there. Again, when he tried to call her back – no answer.
I then called my brothers workplace, I was told he´d left work with his colleague (it´s my brothers company).
So I asked for my brothers mobile number (more on that later) and called him.
Turns out that my mum, as she could not get hold of me or my son, flagged down a stranger and asked him to google my brothers company (arrrrgh, WE put all our phone numbers into her mobile). She then called him, told him near hysterical that my father was “weired” and not reacting, not knowing where he was etc…. She told him at which rest place they were and then got cut off because HER ACCU WAS FLAT. I refrain from using swearwords here.
It took my brother two hours to get there, all the while not knowing the state my dad was in and if my mum had called an ambulance – which she hadn´t!
Upon arrival, he called and said that my dad seemed better and that he would bring him home for us to take to a hospital.
Another two hours of driving home, my dad looked ok but clearly seemed disoriented. He was responding to questions so upon arrival at the local hospital, the doctor listened to what my mum, my eldest son and I had to say, then took a look at my dad´s medical history on his PC and said” he´s dehydrated, been here before with dehydration”.
He did not pay much attention to my mum stating that she´d made sure that my dad had enough to drink, just repeated “he´s been here before”. So I asked if he could be sure to rule out a stroke and he said “YES!”.
So they put my dad on a drip, left us to sit in the waiting room for 2 hours and then sent us home.
He was clearly still dis-orientated but we were hoping that by the following morning, after having been on the drip and a good night sleep he would be back to normal.