Well, here we are, another week gone. Another week closer to Christmas - arrrrrggggg
Dad's been complaining for a while about his lack of sleep. Except lack is the wrong word. He sleeps, a lot. He just doesn't do it in reasonably large chunks - as in he sleeps a couple of hours, gets up, sleeps a couple of hours, gets up etc etc etc. His GP changed one of his meds 4 weeks ago, but that didn't make much of a difference. He wanted me to phone the GP and get his heart meds changed or moved around, but then the Heart Failure Nurse comes in (his routine tests are looking not bad at all) and he discusses it with her. She decides she'll write to the GP and get a couple of his meds moved from morning to night but she really didn't think it would make much difference. In the meantime I had to phone the GP anyway, his reduced dosage meds were about to finish, what should I do? New prescription? Return to old dosage? What?
After due deliberation, the doc decides a new med is in order. Stop the old one immediately, leave for 2 weeks, commence new meds. Oh man, I freaked. When we reduced the dosage he went through a mini-withdrawal complete with anger, irrational out bursts - mostly, but not all, directed at me because I don't bite back as well as my sis does. The thought of having 2 weeks with nothing to cushion the emotional outbursts - well, let's just say, I was thinking mostly of myself (and only a little bit of dad). With this new information, the GP then reconsiders and, though we've stopped the meds now, he can start the new ones on Monday & the GP will pop in next week to check up on him.
So, after the palava of getting the new prescription, I googled the meds. *sigh* I do so hope we don't have any of the side effects...! Plus there's the remembering to remove the old tablet from his dosset box. Dosset boxes are wonderful things, a person at the pharmacy actually separates out all the meds and puts them into little boxes for each day/time/dosage. Trouble is, if meds change there can be a time lag and confusion. So, until the dr decides that this is the new permanent med, someone (me) has to hoick out the old med. And we have a dosset box for dad because dad decided he needed more painkillers than he was being allocated. *sigh*
Then there was the car - give Stewart and Craig their due, they put my car through his paces. But, at the end of the day, they found nothing wrong. Which is good!
I finally managed to climb the ladder and deal with the garage gutter issue (I hate ladders, even step ladders, my knees & thighs just do NOT appreciate them at all). Next time we have a bit of prolonged/heavy rain will see if it's worked (won't have to wait long, we're in Scotland after all) ha ha
Mum's forgetting where we live and how long we've lived here. :(
One of my brothers and his wife are coming, on their yearly visit, to see us week after next. Dad'll disappear and/or refuse to wear his hearing aid (went shopping the other day with dad & he had decided not to wear his hearing aid so conversation was impossible). And only my brother will be able to visit with mum, because my sis-in-law is in a wheelchair and we have no stairlift now.
Speaking of stairlifts, currently waiting to hear back from SW about meeting with another SWker to sort out the review document. I'll have to find the risk assessment/action plan I drew up for fire in the house. And that's another rant, but we won't go there today - the sun is shining and I'm hoping to hunt down some gf pork pies in our local M & S shop.
I don't shop in M&S as a rule, but for a pork pie (which I haven't had in 7 years & my sis hasn't had in over 10) I'm prepared to do battle with the other people who shop there. It's daft, but if you find yourself unable to enjoy certain foods, when/if you find someone who makes a version you can eat, well.... let's just say gf scones don't last long at the moment in this household lol And, if the pork pie hunt is successful, pork pies won't last long either! Until we get used to having them around again.
I find myself listening to the paid carers who come in, complaining about lack of holidays and when their next holiday will be. I understand the issue, I was the same way when I worked. And yes, I had 4 whole days away from the house late March/early April. But, you know, I'd really like a holiday too. Oh well.
Onwards & outwards - let the pork pie hunt commence!
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