In spite of all the awful things that have gone on in our country this week, life in our little corner of the world has been uneventful. Uneventful living can get boring but it can also be welcome relief.
Bob and I played well together this week. I'm now convinced running frantically to keep him entertained was not good. Yes, he is still an extrovert but now he's an older and slower one. Constantly being around people sometimes causes him to have to think faster that he's really able to do these days. Short exposures are better, a chance to smile and speak a greeting, a neighbor stopping by, things that happen at our apartment or as he moves around the complex, even greeting people in the grocery store are better I think.
Having Safeway deliver groceries was a godsend. We still hit the grocery store two or three times a week but only for a very few items. No more loading and unloading large amounts of groceries.
This week we've been pretty quiet. Bob does pretty well given a little extra time to think. I need to remember not to rush him. He even did a small repair on the car this week, after thinking about it a couple of days.
He's still cooking. I'm in charge of what he cooks but he pretty much does the rest. We're keeping it simple. He's not eating much these days but I don't think it has anything to do with what we're cooking.
Weeks like this make me think we may make several more anniversaries and I would like that.
Next week he will have another blood test to check his platelet level. There was reason for concern a month ago so the doctor ordered another test in a month rather than six months. This test will tell us if he's in trouble or if the dip last month was just a fluke.
I'm a bit put out with the world of medicine. I so fear for older people who have no one to stay on top of their medications.
Right now two of Bob's doctors think they're treating his blood pressure. They're both prescribing the same medication, one with an added ingredient, and one without. If he took the medications coming to our mailbox he would be dead.
Three time last week I had telephone conversations trying to straighten this situation out and still another bottle of the wrong medication arrived in our mailbox. Fortunately Bob knows there's something going on about that drug so he's been good about showing me the bottle and asking if that's the one he should take. I've been quickly whisking away the bottles he should not be taking.
At one point I called our mail order pharmacy and canceled delivery of the wrong prescription. To my horror the doctor sent a new one and another bottle arrived last week.
I've been thinking some about the 60s and 70s, thinking about some of the personalities of those times. Remember Governor George Wallace of Alabama? My, my, did he ever strike fear in my heart.