He was rattly and couldn't clear his secretions. He was agitated and trying to get out of bed and roll to the side. His breathing changed. It was noisy and he wasn't using his stomach as much anymore to breathe.
The nurse hadn't been able to find his vein last night so decided to give him his fluids via a sub cut needle instead.
She came and told us she thought he was shutting down.
We went to the day room while they suctioned him and changed his bedding. She came to us and spoke with me. Neda didn't talk she was sat in shock. She cried as I spoke to her and told me she'd lost her parents and had only become a nurse because they'd asked her to. She'd nursed them in Fiji and then after they'd died she'd come to England. She was lovely with us.
Neda was angry and felt they could have done more.
The nurse said she thought it was imminent.
I said I was going to my uncles funeral today and didn't know what to do. She said she thought I should maybe stay with him.
When we went back into the room he'd been sedated and his bedding was clean and his breathing sounded better.
Just a waiting game now.
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