Here we are, Saturday again, not that the name of each day makes much difference to me. Most folks look forward to weekends. When I worked in an office, I looked forward to my weekends. Now that I stay home and care (such a small word for such a BIG job) each day is exactly the same.
That being said, dad turned 83 yesterday, he's very proud of that fact. Given his age, he's really doing quite well - as long as no one tweaks his antidepressant. Yeah, we went through that this past week.
And now he's having a different medication tweaked. It's not stopping his restless pacing - 4 times last night, and that's just what I was aware of. And, of course, the local pharmacist had to make comment about his dosset box and regular meds and all that. I get so fed up explaining to each individual pharmacist that our GP is simply trialing different meds & dosages to see how dad responds. if the change is permanent then the dosset box will be updated. Until then I have to fiddle with his pills every day to find & remove the right one. Not easy given the small size of some of the tabs!
Mum's being quite obnoxious with some of the carers, and they're not quite sure if she's playing/teasing them or if she means it. Mum's of the generation that "women don't swear", just like they don't fart but "pass wind". So now that she's using words like "bitch" it's unsettling the more sensitive carers.
She said to me the other day, "I don't want the blue pill". She's never had a blue pill. Dad has a blue pill, but she's not got one. Would she believe me? Oh ye gawds no!
My vertigo came back with a vengeance Thursday morning. It felt awful knowing Mum needed a hand and my sister, who was prepping to go out for the day, was being interrupted and I couldn't do a damn thing! Lifting my head off the pillow was difficult, staying upright impossible. However, I had some pills left from the last time the world went sideways on me. Between them & diazepam, I was reasonably steady by lunchtime. I also use a drop of lavender essential oil on a cotton bud just run around just inside the ear canal. It helps too. When you're a carer, even with chronic issues, you can't afford to be incapacitated for too long. No pressure, nope, none at all.
Suki needs to go to the vet next week for her diabetic check (expensive), and she needs more insulin, so, next week will be a monetarily week.
Dad goes for his diabetic check next week too - I hope they examine his feet because I found an area of mild concern when I was cutting his toenails (not easy when the world starts to tilt!).
But, at least the sun is shining, and it looks like my sis and I are having a day out on Tuesday! YAY! And the forecast is half decent. AND I'm hoping she'll drive so I can take photos LOL I'd love to go paddle too, but we shall see.
Meanwhile the house needs cleaning again - vacuum, floor wash, steam, dust, the usual.
Dad spilled his actimel drink the other morning, in the living room, down the side of his chair.... Fortunately a good dab with an absorbent cloth and a thorough steam and, well, you'd not be able to tell. Given how sunny and warm it is turning out, at least that's one less thing to create a stink.
End of next week, mum and dad have their 63rd wedding anniversary. And, on that day, we are being graced by the presence of one of my brothers and his wife. That'll be a diet pepsi day lol
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