One blood pressure pill and one Tylenol could probably kill my Dad right now. This is like being forced to watch the Titanic, since you already know how the tragedy will unfold. Yesterday Dad was going really well. He had resisted the Indian male nurses attempts to give him drugs which he had no idea about. He ended up taking on an anti-epilepsy drug in the morning and he was doing well. Except he was still a bit hard to talk to since he has no hearing aid with him right now.
Plus he was anxious about staying on the phone long, as others wanted to use it and he was waiting for an incoming call to do with his sky TV. He had not had an attack of hiccups for a few days. There is a good reason for this lack of hiccups. I had been calling him twice a day to try and get him to stay strong in the face of manipulations by the Indian male nurses to drug him up.
The hiccup attacks come when they give him medications to reduce his blood pressure and because they are denying him salt. Which you would think was a basic human right. If you get hiccups you have too much water in your system or too little. So you can cure that by trying a diuretic. The best being a very large cup of green tea.
If that doesn’t do the job what you do is get a big block of pink Himalayan salt, and lick it all day. That will raise your blood pressure, alter your fluid balance the other way ………. and its this direction which Dad needs to go to stop hiccups and have a clear head.
So things had been going moderately well for a few days. But last night another disaster. The male Indian nurse bullshitted him into taking a pill that was supposedly there to reduce the swelling in his ankles. The real deal is that a quack takes his blood pressure every day and then the word goes down the line to reduce it. If Dad falls for this, under any pretence at all, then he will go gaga. He will not be able to walk without falling to the ground. There is not enough hydro-static pressure to pump enough blood to his brain. His voice will be slurred. And he will be inviting hiccups again.
ITS THE OLD SWOLLEN ANKLES TRICK
How could agent Brian have been taken in?
So last night I ring him at 7.10 pm his time. He’s gaga. The staff member hands him the phone and there is no fucking sound at all. She says “Say Hello” and then out comes this pathetic sound of an imbecile. I had been talking to an intelligent man, same time the night before, and a hard of hearing man that morning. Now I was talking to an imbecile. So then I have to get the information out of him. Turns out that they had slipped him another drug, which he could not name, on the grounds of his ankles. The old swollen ankles trickery and Brian had fallen for it. You would think it would at least take a pair of tits and silk suspenders under a tight white nurses outfit to manipulate my poor Dad. But even the Indian lads can do it.
Manipulating Brian to take drugs.
She would make it understandable???
Only one of two types of drugs could have turned Dad into the gaga creature I was talking to. About 4 sleeping pills could have done it. But really what we are talking about is something to reduce his blood pressure.
So he is completely fucked up again. And he will be EVERY TIME that they do this which will be EVERY TIME his blood pressure recovers. This is how you get dementia. This is the cause. Its just a simple matter of hydrostatic pressure. Altitude, pressure in the pipes, and obstruction.
Now I just called Dad again. About 10.40 am his time. He hasn’t recovered. He needed to go to the toilet again, so I couldn’t ascertain if he was still in trouble because of the pill they gave him last night, or if they had given him another cocktail of dementia inducing, liver damaging, poison, this morning. But in any case we have an endless cycle of these guys fucking him up. And what do you know. Thanks to these efforts to bring down his blood pressure he’s got hiccups again.
Indian Medicine Men
Too Sexy For My Dads Health
Now when his blood pressure is down, and he’s got hiccups he cannot resist these troglodytes at all. So this is just intolerable. He’s carrying a sack of fluid above his liver. Unfiltered blood waiting in line for his liver to get it together to process this. Every pill he takes, good or bad (and almost always bad) backs this waiting line up. Blood pressure is required to push this fluid through his liver. So a diuretic or a blood pressure pill can only make this buildup worse WHILE STARVING THE REST OF HIS BODY OF HYDRATION, and setting his brain up for permanent dementia.
They don’t care. They don’t care if he doesn’t know what he is taking. Whats one son-of-a-limey more or less hey? One Tylenol, and one more blood pressure reducer, taken together, could kill him outright. We have to get him out of there. It looked like such a cool place. Aunty Lois could visit him every third day. Cousin Gyneth the same. Always something going on. People visiting. Food laid on. Cute nurses aids. Good non-fluoridated water.
If we cannot get him out of there in six weeks flat we ought to all have our asses whipped, and be sent home to our country of ultimate ethnic origin.