Hello all, Dad is in the hospital yet again third time in as many months. Heart problems his feet started to swell and last Thursday week I got him onto the emergency GP's list as dad refused to go to the hospital even though that was the instructions given on his last discharge. Anyway, the GP wasn't at all concerned about his swollen feet he thought the problem was that his kidney infection had not cleared so he order more antibiotics. Nothing improved his feet got more heavy and painful and any advise from me was meet with hostility. Monday came and dad felt the antibiotics were helping, by this point I had given up trying to reason I just reminded him what the discharge instructions were and I was greeted with "You would know wouldn't you". Tuesday morning early the phone rang, it was dad the aggressive blast down the phone went as follows; I need to go to the hospital...are you coming to take me...or... are you coming to ring an ambulance. I told him I would be straight over...that was meet with sarcasm...take your time don't hurry on my account. I choose to ignore him and when I arrived over there his feet were so swollen you couldn't make his toes out, he couldn't walk he was agitated and I called the ambulance they were marvelous. The situation now is dad is under a haematologist he has received five bags of blood this Dr feels the heart valve is destroying the blood cells. Dad's condition is too poor to have a valve replacement. He is on a high dose of fluid tablets also on fluid restrictions only four cups a day as his heart can only handle that amount, but, his kidneys need more as the urine is drying up causing infection so it's a no win situation. On top of all this dad is delusional he is convinced the nurses are trying to kill him he is saying they tricked him into believing that they were going to flush is cannula (Sp?) instead they drugged him and dragged him into the bush and left him and it just goes on and on and on. He isn't fearful he has everything under control and he is going to get even. I told the staff so they are aware, also, they said; they think dad has some kind of dementia. I have felt that since his heart attack in May that all was not well. The Dr's have spoke again to him about a care home and that falls as usual on deaf ears. Today dad wasn't very well, yesterday he was much better so what happens is any bodies guess at this stage. On the day he was taken into hospital I received a phone call from my daughter who had gone to visit mum she was frantic, mum was sitting, unaware of everything, mum didn't know her she didn't respond to anything she asked. My daughter called the attendant, who passed it off as waking from a deep sleep even though 20 mins had passed. My daughter left as mum was uneasy with her presence. I was only 10 mins away and when I arrived mum seemed comfortable with me but clearly not recognising me as she usually would. I sat and talked for awhile just to sum the situation up when mum all of a sudden said; Oh it's you mum have you come to take me home. Mum seemed no worse for wear goodness knows what went wrong if anything at all, but it was worrying. Mum knew my daughter when she returned a few hours later. It never rains but pours. Thanks for your time. Regards Taffy.