please pray for my dad

• Wow where do I even begin? The past 32 hours or so have been a rollercoaster ride for me. Let me start at the beginning. Sunday I spent most of the day being productive, but feeling a little bit moody for no reason. Guess I sensed something bad was going to happen. I took Michelle to run a few errands, then when we got back to Dad's house we noticed he was very lethargic and his fingernails were starting to turn a little blue. It was hard to get a good O2 reading on him, so we called 911 and got him into the ER at San Leandro Hospital. My family hates that place with a passion since my mom passed away there a little over a year ago. So Dad got admitted, and stayed there overnight. He was diagnosed with complications with severe COPD (chronic obstructive pulmonery disease), given some antibiotics for his chest cold, and released earlier this evening. The only new medication he recieved was a steroid for his lungs, which he was going to use with his breathing treatments. He also had an irregular heart rate but they told us an echo cardiogram was an outpatient procedure that we'd have to make an appointment for, and didn't refer us to a cardiologist.
  
• Then Michelle called around 12:45am and told me Dad was very disoriented/confused and walking out of the house, down the wheelchair ramp and into the street. I left work and drove over there, and tried to get him to calm down. He didn't know where he was, thought Michelle was a man, and that we were trying to hurt him. He kept insisting to get into my car so I could drive him home, although he was right in front of it. I gave in and drove him around San Leandro for a good 10 minutes. He kept telling me I was going the wrong way, calling me drunk. So we went back to his house, and he refused to get out of my car, because he was convinced it was not his house. Michelle got in and we drove him to the ER. She had two security guards physically get him out of my car, and I had to drive back to work. This was one of the scariest moments of my life, second only to when my mom died. I hate it when this stuff happens. Now I'm at work, least for the next 3 hours. My blood pressure's through the roof and I have a monster headache. I don't know what's going to happen next. All I know is my dad needs some help and lots of prayer.