On Saturday, Mike started coughing when we put him into bed. It was a productive cough and I didn't think anything of it. Then a few hours later, the fever came. It was so high, I was afraid to use the thermometer for fear of the number it would read. Mike's face was beat red, his breathing was fast and he was moaning. I gave him alcohol rub downs all night while I was turning him. I set my cell phone for every 2-3 hours so in case I fell asleep, I would get up. Moving him from side to side was difficult because I knew no matter where I put him, he was resting on a pressure sore.
As I was cleaning him Saturday night, the sore on his bottom got worse and it opened up. It looked terrible. Now, there was no SAFE PLACE. Both sides AND his bottom had pressure sores and there was nothing I could do for him.
Last night I also turned him every 3 hours and gave him Tylenol for the pain.
Today, the sore on his bottom opened even more and I called Hospice to send a wound care nurse - this hospice doesn't have wound care. Huh. His nurse said she would come and give me a call when she got there...no call yet. I'm sure she's been there and gone already, it's just the way it is.