Here's a fun fact about rehab, or my rehab facility at any rate. They do not stock drugs like a hospital. The patient transfers from the hospital with no non-essential drugs. Their drug list is reviewed and scripts for the drugs are written, signed, submitted, then your drugs straggle into the repertoire.
When one goes home, all the left over drugs go with him. Miss L and I spent an afternoon punching pills from cardboard and putting them into the appropriate bottle. We even made a bottle for the oxycodone, and my physical therapist was so happy I wrote the strength and pill dose on the bottle. Such sticklers for the whole story!
When I was struck down by the attack of muscle pain, foot bottom and ankle pain, swollen calves, and inability to perambulate, my PC was grateful for all those oxy's and will even write me one more week's script if needed. Gawd, I hope not.
However, nothing is going away. And here in the great midwest, home of secondary lake effect snow storms, I keep being referred to doctor after doctor, racking up appointments for which I fill out an hour's paperwork.
My PC called to cancel our four o'clock because her three o'clock cancelled and she could get home to her blizzard ravaged county if I would agree to phoning it in. We had such a fun time chatting that a while later her PA called to fill in the facts and details, like my BP's.
Did I mention she put me on the pee pill? I despise them. The first time I took them against her script of several times a day, I like to killed myself. My kidney doctor helped my whittle it down it one a day, and eventually two a day. I'm on two a day now. I do not use the bathroom all day, but visit at least four times at night.
When not going to the doctor, I'm weaving. I've restocked two towels.The next color will be cerise. Then a fun dark purple; I haven't looked up the name yet.
I decided last summer to buy CD's for each of my grands. That means Certificate of Deposit, in case anyone thinks the little dears are getting greatest Beatle hits. The two extra payments last year allowed me to go way over budget, and when I wrote the six of them a mass email, I certainly did not expect a reply. But almost at once, from the family of four children, I received a thank you from the two youngest.
And today, a thank you from France. I'm counting it as timely since I promoted the CD as last year's birthday, Christmas gift, and France celebrated each (both) only two weeks ago.
And France is his own promoter. He says the next time he is in town, we'll get together to reminisce.
Well, the last oxy has its fingers around my throat. I'll do something that will be OK to sleep over.
I remember the rehab and rx situation. Handsome partner's seizure meds were held up, and I smuggled in vital doses. Then they announced they couldn't administer such large doses. I explained that he could go into uncontrollable seizures ending in death. And pointed out I'd just written the name of the official who said it couldn't be done.. Whereupon they were suddenly able to get and administer the dosa. many struggles like that. You do need an advocate. My hat is off to you, Joanne, for acting as your own advocate. I continue to be glad you're at home, even though complications still happen.ReplyDelete
Crikey... it's all so messy. But you are the ultimate cleaner-upperer of messy situations, Joanne, so more power to you (and restorative sleep)! YAM xx
I have tried pills to help me pee less, but they don't work for me.ReplyDelete
Hopefully you're getting the sleep you need.ReplyDelete
Doctor appointments seem to grow exponentially-ugh. I can barely keep track of my mom's! The towels are beautiful. I love the ones I bought as do my daughters. Take care of yourself!ReplyDelete
I hope that some of these issues get resolved soon.ReplyDelete
If the pee pill has you up four times a night, could you take it at a different time so you pee during the day and sleep all night? I hate that you get shunted around from doctor to doctor, these days everyone is a specialist. Whatever happened to old-fashioned GPs who knew you all your life and knew how to fix you?ReplyDelete
I laughed at your quip about the Beatles hits! I'm glad you're still able to weave and I hope it helps distract you and keep your mind off difficulties.ReplyDelete
What a good gramma you are! How lovely to receive thank yous from kids in this day and age.ReplyDelete
And it seems downright diabolical to prescribe pee pills for a person with mobility issues.
Get those extra pain pills. You never know when doctors will turn stubborn and refuse to write a script! I refuse to take diuretics, after twice walking into walls at night in my haste to reach the bathroom. I hope you fare better. The cerise and purple (maybe it's an eggplant or dark violet?) towels sound pretty! Keep on keepin' on!ReplyDelete
I too am on a pee pill to try (so far it is failing) to reduce the swelling in my feet and legs. I take it in the morning and for the next few hours cannot be far from the toilet.ReplyDelete
I hope you sleep is restful and restorative and you awake without pain.
Those CDs are wonderful gifts for the grands. Don't you love it when they do send thank you notes. I hope your pain gets better and your medical appointments come less often. It's a double pain to go to the doctor in cold snowy weather! I'm keeping you in my thoughts and sending healing vibes your way!ReplyDelete
I wish you a good sleep, Joanne. And am happy to hear that you will weave again - cherry red is a very uplifting colour, just the right thing to choose! xxxReplyDelete
I take a diuretic pill, but cut it in half for first thing in the morning, and take the other half after lunch. Seems to spread the trips to the toilet out in a more reasonable fashion, without having a Niagara Falls event. Nice job sorting the pills and getting them into correct bottles. Yep, I'd get that pain pill filled in case you need it in the future. Linda in KansasReplyDelete
What a wonderful grandmother you are.ReplyDelete
One of the sure signs of ageing is that you have to get up in the night, pee pill or not! It's rarely I can go the whole night without getting up at least once. You are both a great grandmother and a warrior, Joanne.ReplyDelete
If I was you,I would definitely get the pain pill filled in case you may need it.ReplyDelete
You never know when the doctor may decide you can't have another refill, or even more likely, a bad snow storm or possibly ice storm may come up and delay you in getting them at a later time and some of the pills hoarded away could be a real pain saver.
Take care and stay cozy.
The medical system is in quite a state and it continues to upend regularly. You could write a book on what needs fixing and why... CD's are a great gift. Your grandchildren are very lucky to have you. I hope your gift will encourage them to save and invest. The CD's are the beginning of a portfolio. "Thank you" notes are a must!ReplyDelete
Grandchildren are a treasure and yours are so fortunate to have you!ReplyDelete
Your spirit and persistence, creativity and determination are inspiring and humbling. May things start to ease up and straighten out and let you get more enjoyment out of your life. You deserve that at the very least.ReplyDelete
You'd think that the medical community could coordinate better. Pee pill, as in makes you have to pee? That's the last thing I need. I swear I'm in the bathroom 6 - 8 times between the time I get up and around noon. Nice that some of the grands responded to your gift. Weave away woman.ReplyDelete
The fact that you are still able to be humorous in the most unhumorous of situations is remarkable to me.ReplyDelete
It can be worrisome that doctors don't talk to one another about coordination a patients treatment. But, you sound like you have all in control. Feel better! Rest well. And, keep on weaving.ReplyDelete
May you have sleep, wondrous deep sleep.ReplyDelete
When will someone actually look at your foot? Pain mitigation is good, but getting to the root cause of the pain would be helpful. Hope you're in less pain quickly.ReplyDelete
We had a friend who lived to 92. She was a year younger than the Queen Mother .We used to say to her how well the Queen Mother managed to stay energetic and cheerful. Her reply: "I'd be as energetic and cheerful if I had all her health care and money."ReplyDelete
You are a good grandma.ReplyDelete