I was called in to be with him this morning as he was confused and paranoid. It was a difficult day as he kept wanting to get up to the toilet, but he has a catheter in - and anyway cannot get up. He was due to have the surgery at 1 pm, and I was concerned as I felt that being Nil By Mouth dehydration was fuelling his confusion - the urine in the bag was like orange juice cordial and his sputum was sticking in his throat (he already has trouble with this owing to his PD). I asked the sister to give him some fluids - he already had cannulas in. She had to to find a doc to write this up but arrived back with fluid bags and the news that his op had been cancelled! Apparently they had lots of emergencies and they also had to prioritise the frailest people on the original list - OH weighs 6.5 stone and has advanced PD - how much frailer can you get I wonder? Once OH got some fluids in he became much more lucid - weak and in pain, but at least I could hold a rational conversation with him.
We had an equally ridiculous time yesterday trying to get him proper pain relief - when I arrived to visit he was saying he wanted to die as he was in such pain. Eventually - later in the evening - the sister just "happened" to manage to grab a passing doc to sign him up for proper analgesia. It makes me frightened to leave him as I do not feel confident he is getting proper care. They are all so frantically busy.
So.....we wait and see what happens tomorrow - I will ring about 10 and see what is going on.