My day started out well but soon began to go sideways. Ever have one of those days? Mid morning I took Bob to the DMV to get his handicap pass. It will need to be renewed in 2021 when he has to renew his drivers license. He told the woman that would not be a problem he thought he could make it. That would make him 89.
We stopped in town and had a nice lunch.
Flowers at lunch restaurant.
During lunch he mentioned he needed milk and peanut butter. I have to confess we're probably making close to the same number of trips to the grocery store as before I began having groceries delivered, we just don't buy much. His love of grocery stores has not diminished.
He got a small grocery cart as we entered. A few feet into the store I turned to tell him I was going to the gardening section and saw he was in trouble. He very softly said "I have to sit down." I grabbed him under his arm pits and told him to lean on the cart and head for the front door. I knew there was a bench there.
Had that been yesterday he would have been in a heap on the floor in Costco because I did not walk with him there. I lived through a broken hip with my mother and I don't plan to live through one with Bob if I can help it.
I got him home and set about to collect myself and decide what to do next. First I ran a report of his blood pressure readings for the last month and printed it. That in hand I drove to the cardiologist office and left it with my number for him to call me before the day is over.
Back home I got mad. I texted daughter and told her I did not intend to take her father to another grocery store unless he would agree to use a walker with a seat. Hoping to play the peacemaker she thought the Mac Sports Folding Cane Chair - Walking Stick with Stool might be more acceptable to him to use so I ordered it.
Let me be clear I am not a happy camper, and this battle is not over. This means I can no longer trust him to go anywhere without me by his side. If he has no where to sit he's going to wind up on the ground or the floor. I think he could manage to turn and sit down on a walker seat, but I'm not at all sure he'd be able to unfold this cane chair seat and get himself seated if I were not with him.
I will try to remain calm here until I hear from the doctor but if I'm not satisfied I may turn into a wicked witch and lay down some unpopular rules.