Thanx TH. I did not see this earlier. My pop was given 90 days to live after a konk on the head ended up causing his blood thinner to become an issue on his brain. His system was such that he was on max 1500ml a day liquid intake but in order to dilute the thinner they had to dump around 5000 ml of plasma in his body so the bleeding on his brain would clot. That resulted in them putting him on a ventalator and inducing a coma so he'd stop trying to rip out the breathing tube. Man talk about scarey. I watched him go from laying in a hospital bed looking pretty normal to gasping for air in just a few hours. But the folks at MCV kept assuring me they had it under control. They shoo'd me away at midnight. Next morning he was being kept alive by a machine.
2 months later he was out in his garage showing me his antique rifles from the two world wars. He was pretty fragile but managed to hang in there for nearly 3 more years. Every Sunday I cooked him a steak to celebrate another week. Then one morning he woke up with the sniffles. I gave him a light dose of Benadryl. He was better by lunch time but that night post nasal drip had him all screwed up. He spent a month in the hospital and went back home. He decided at 2am to carry a 2 litre bottle of diet soda and a bag of Fritos with his walker and stumbled. He broke his arm. He eventually healed again but one day a nurse came to over to give him a new breathing treatment apperatus. Unfortunatly the nurse had a cold. A few days later my pop was back in the ER from post nasal drip issues and he never returned home.
It caught us by surprise because that tough old dude had recovered from much worse. But we figured when your number gets plucked in the big lottery in the sky, that's that.
His heart stopped beating one Sunday morning while he took his 10:00 nap.
