This week has been an exercise in medication frustration. I do wish doctors paid closer attention to the drugs they're handing out. Bob had an appointment with a doctor last week that I thought was a very simple medication check-in. I thought he would be okay on his own for that appointment so I stayed down in the lobby. I really hate that I'm taking away some of his independence by going in with him to see the doctor. I should have gone with him. I've been sitting on a medication dilemma for almost a week now grumbling to myself, and trying to decide what to do. Finally, this morning my brain cleared and I took action.
This morning he had an appointment with the pulmonary specialist, also for a simple check-in. He's always done that one alone as well, and has always driven to that one. Earlier this week I had decided "No more driving for you Buster." I completely forgot until he was ready to walk out the door and there I sat still in my robe. He made it but I've got to see that doesn't happen again.
He asked the doctor for a handicap sticker but he told him no because he needed to be walking. I do hope Bob's not going to focus on that idea. I really do not want to deal with that at this time.
He's having blood pressure problems again. I discovered he never halved his medication like he was supposed to so we had to deal with that. I've halved his pills and am keeping a good log on his blood pressure here for a few days. May have to contact the cardiologist again but need documentation. I asked if he was feeling bad to which he replied he was feeling good. When I pressed him he said he was feeling good except for the times he couldn't see for about 20 seconds. That's when I decided no more driving for him.
He cleaned the stove top in preparation for daughter's visit but couldn't put it back together. That resulted in a maintenance call.
He's sitting on the patio some and calling out to dog owners walking their dogs. He loves Phoebe the Bouvier but she's just a pup, and gets excited when he talks to her. Yesterday the owner and I were trying to keep her from knocking Bob over when she turned and put her paws on me leaving mud all the way down the front of my clothes.He's also made friends with a black pug. That would be a perfect dog for him. We had a fawn colored pug one time and it was a wonderful dog. My biggest objection is they shed something awful. I'm also not sure that's the breed I'd want for myself. I go back and forth on the dog issue. I'd love a dog but think it's probably not wise to get one. I think Bob would enjoy one but he also frets and worries over pets so I don't know. There's also the walking situation. Need a lot more thought on this subject. A cute mature rescue dog might be nice.
I have to be careful on the dog subject because I want a dog so bad I can hardly stand it. Have to be sure that's not influencing the decision.
While daughter is visiting I probably will not be posting every day, but you never know.
