Sunday night, Dad told me I needed to call the doctor and tell him Mom needed more warfarin. My folks live 2 miles from the doctor's office. They pass it each day on the way to McDonalds. Dad won't call or stop by for 2 reasons. One is valid ~ he has trouble hearing. The second reason ~ he gets mad and cusses the staff. He always says I get more information from them than he ever does. (That's because I'm polite.)
Monday I called, left a message, and the nurse returned my call. She mentioned that Mom should be taking 2 mg of the drug. When I talked to Dad, his prescription bottle contains 1 mg pills. So now the question became how much should Mom take last night? Dad went with his original prescription, which called for one pill with 1 mg strength. He told me to call the office again.
This morning was Cate's preschool program. I told Dad I would drive down after the program. (They live 35 miles from me.) He told me not to come all the way just for that, just to call. I had already planned to visit them Wednesday.
After the program, I spoke with the nurse. I called Dad to tell him the new information and that I would pick up the new prescription in the morning. His reply: Pick up dilantin as well. No thanks from him.
Then, these questions:
What have you found out about Machu Pichu? This is a trip he wants us to take next May. I've picked up brochures, but I need to call a travel agent.
Have you made us a reservation in WV (for a family reunion in July)? No, I haven't.
I know they're not funny questions like in this post http://grammygoodwill.blogspot.com/2012/05/i-think-im-back.html but it's so frustrating and it literally paralyzes me to where I can't do anything. I feel so overwhelmed.
Last, he said he had choir practice tomorrow at 4. I told him that was a problem because I really wanted to be home for choir practice (at my church).
His replies: Well, I know that but you didn't come today, and now you have choir practice, and then you keep the babies, so that doesn't leave much time. Okay, good bye.
I'm not kidding. I just want to scream.
While I was writing this, the nurse called me back to tell me Mom isn't due for a refill on her dilantin. I'm hoping that Dad tried to fill her monthly pill container, and that is why he thought he needed more. I may have to take over this duty for him.
Thanks for reading this diatribe.**
**diatribe - a bitter, sharply abusive denunciation, attack, or criticism:
*This is too funny. I glanced at this post and noticed that I had titled it Wednesday's Questions, but today is TUESDAY. See what I mean. My dad can make me crazy.
Monday I called, left a message, and the nurse returned my call. She mentioned that Mom should be taking 2 mg of the drug. When I talked to Dad, his prescription bottle contains 1 mg pills. So now the question became how much should Mom take last night? Dad went with his original prescription, which called for one pill with 1 mg strength. He told me to call the office again.
This morning was Cate's preschool program. I told Dad I would drive down after the program. (They live 35 miles from me.) He told me not to come all the way just for that, just to call. I had already planned to visit them Wednesday.
After the program, I spoke with the nurse. I called Dad to tell him the new information and that I would pick up the new prescription in the morning. His reply: Pick up dilantin as well. No thanks from him.
What have you found out about Machu Pichu? This is a trip he wants us to take next May. I've picked up brochures, but I need to call a travel agent.
Last, he said he had choir practice tomorrow at 4. I told him that was a problem because I really wanted to be home for choir practice (at my church).
His replies: Well, I know that but you didn't come today, and now you have choir practice, and then you keep the babies, so that doesn't leave much time. Okay, good bye.
I'm not kidding. I just want to scream.
While I was writing this, the nurse called me back to tell me Mom isn't due for a refill on her dilantin. I'm hoping that Dad tried to fill her monthly pill container, and that is why he thought he needed more. I may have to take over this duty for him.
Thanks for reading this diatribe.**
**diatribe - a bitter, sharply abusive denunciation, attack, or criticism:
*This is too funny. I glanced at this post and noticed that I had titled it Wednesday's Questions, but today is TUESDAY. See what I mean. My dad can make me crazy.
