Monthly Archives: February 2016
Two nurses in two day is too many
What we thought was a visiting physical therapist turned out to be another visiting nurse. We had one here just the day before. WTF?
Really? Two days in a row? You’d think they spread it out a bit more. My gawd I haven’t caught my breath from his hospital stay yet and they all come piling in the door giving me more work to do.
It’s all well and good if they actually did something to help, but they just sit there acting all superior (looking and sounding way to much like my estranged sister) and making him feel like a fool.
It’s not his fault he got C-Diff it is the damned hospital’s fault.
A calm day is nice
There’s nothing quite like a day without crisis, no drama, no dealing with idiots.
Oh wait, I lie. We did have a little drama. Lucy doesn’t like rain, we had rain all day. Lucy played drama queen every time she had to go outside to pee. Poor little special pup thinks she’s going to melt or something.
Gavin doesn’t care about rain, snow, sun, whatever. If he has to go out he has to go out. No drama.
The other drama was the fog. Wonderful, gorgeous fog. Yes, I love fog.
You all have a good one.
Visiting nurse visit
Work progresses on the porch to the point of done but he wants to do finishing touches.
Meanwhile a visiting nurse calls and wants us to let her come in no less than two hours from the call. Idiot man said yes.
Our food delivery got screwed up and while I spoke to our salesman on the phone, the nurse began to bug me about seeing all The Curmudgeon’s medications. I opened a cupboard door and pointed to them. Still on the phone with the salesman.
Not good enough, she couldn’t possibly get them down herself I had to climb the stepladder and haul down every fucking bottle for her to check.
That screwed up my ‘filing system’ and it took me an hour to set up his pills for the next week and put them back in the cupboard in some order.
While she went through each bottle comparing them to her “list” from the hospital. I found several gross errors on their part where they double listed several medications. She didn’t appreciate it when I pointed out the errors. Tough shit, you invaded my home without making a proper appointment with us. A couple of hours in advance? Nope not going to find me being a pleasant person.
He’s home, can I run away now?
His release from the hospital added three new medications to his already long list of nineteen medications he takes each day, some of which, he takes twice a day. Two of the new ones he is to take four times a day and the third one he is to take three times a day.
Pray tell how the heck am I supposed to keep track of all his medications AND all of mine?
Running away sounds quite appealing
Bad back, bad weather, and exhaustion
I didn’t get all the cleaning done that I wanted to do before he got home. At least the bathroom and hallway are clean, as well as his bedding and his room.
If I can keep him from under my feet I might get the rest of the house cleaned well enough to keep my sanity on an even keel.
Spotless? Nope, not my house. I don’t have the energy to do that.
Maybe I could if the house weren’t half a wreck. Decent flooring, walls, and ceilings go a long way to make it easy to keep clean.
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