Remember a few days ago when I had vertigo and Bob had to drive me to the doctor? As I expected, he quickly began planning his escape to drive without me in the car. He dearly loves thinking he's put something over on somebody. He was evasive when I asked questions and finally made his break. I knew he had to get this out of his system so I chose to remain calm and watch to see what would happen. I was sure he could be found at one of four grocery stores. He was gone a while but returned safely. He apparently enjoyed the outing because he'd been to two grocery stores.
I'm continuing to have some episodes of vertigo and my blood pressure is high, something I've never experienced before. Bob is thrilled with his new role of caregiver. He is loving his new Skechers shoes. They've put a spring in his step and turned him into the energizer bunny. He got another chance to drive yesterday when he drove me to the doctor again.
While I napped yesterday afternoon he slipped off to the pharmacy and picked up my prescription, another opportunity to drive without me in the car. He's loving this new freedom.
I have an incredibly sore shoulder for some reason and the doctor wants to be sure my high blood pressure is not caused by the pain meds I've been taking, mostly Ibprophen. She prescribed a Diclofenac anti-inflammatory topical cream, and told me to stay off all pain meds this week, except Tylenol. I'm to log my BP for a week and see her again. I've never put much stock in topical creams but have to say I've been pleasantly surprised by this one.
This morning Bob had a routine check up with the pulmonologist so he got to drive again. While there he learned the doctor is retiring. I'm glad, the cardiologist can easily handle what Bob needs and we can have one less specialist to deal with.
When I'm driving again I may have to push Bob out of the driver's seat. I have to say he's been a splendid caregiver, and his new title is a tremendous boost to his morale.
Portland, Oregon
Showing posts with label Vertigo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Vertigo. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 7, 2016
Saturday, December 3, 2016
Vertigo
Not Bob, me. My first time to experience positional vertigo and let me tell you, it's a real head spinner!
I was scheduled to go to our clinic for some lab work so I saw the nurse practitioner while I was there. The dilemma was getting there. Bob didn't give me a choice, he pronounced he would drive me. I was in no shape to argue.
We arrived on the clinic parking lot in time to watch a pitiful scene. I would say the woman had been there to see the rheumatologist. Her limbs were difficult to use. She had struggled to get her fold up walker in the back of her car and was closing the door as we drove up. She then used a cane and the side of the car to slowly make her way around to the driver's side. I can't imagine how she drove.
I was pretty sure Bob was taking all that in. Sure enough when we got home he said "How was my driving?" I could not tell a lie, his driving was fine, couldn't have done better myself. Then I tried to remember why we stopped him from driving. 1) His BP was unstable and he was symptomatic with episodes of dizziness. 2) He was refusing to wear his glasses that he needs for distance vision and needed a new prescription. His BP is stable now and he was wearing his new glasses.
One of the biggest frustrations of this journey I'm on with this man is nothing is ever settled, done, nailed down. You see where I'm going with this. I am 100% sure he's going to want to do some driving again.
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Me needing him gave him such a burst of energy. He was like Cinderella on steroids. I heard him scratching around in the pantry and decided I'd better see what he was up do. I was near despair when I saw his grocery list on the table and realized he was digging out the ingredients for his annual candy making. Horrors, another battle to fight. He never moderates in his thinking. In Texas he made a lot of candy but we had friends, family, and co-workers to gift it to. In Oregon, not so much. We don't need candy in this house.
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The new pill box had to go. Because he was unsure about it he wouldn't leave it alone. Late afternoon he brought it to me once more and he had mixed up the meds again. He said he wanted to go back to what we were doing before the new pill box. Lesson learned: an all in one pill box can be confusing to some people. Who would have thought it.
I was scheduled to go to our clinic for some lab work so I saw the nurse practitioner while I was there. The dilemma was getting there. Bob didn't give me a choice, he pronounced he would drive me. I was in no shape to argue.
We arrived on the clinic parking lot in time to watch a pitiful scene. I would say the woman had been there to see the rheumatologist. Her limbs were difficult to use. She had struggled to get her fold up walker in the back of her car and was closing the door as we drove up. She then used a cane and the side of the car to slowly make her way around to the driver's side. I can't imagine how she drove.
I was pretty sure Bob was taking all that in. Sure enough when we got home he said "How was my driving?" I could not tell a lie, his driving was fine, couldn't have done better myself. Then I tried to remember why we stopped him from driving. 1) His BP was unstable and he was symptomatic with episodes of dizziness. 2) He was refusing to wear his glasses that he needs for distance vision and needed a new prescription. His BP is stable now and he was wearing his new glasses.
One of the biggest frustrations of this journey I'm on with this man is nothing is ever settled, done, nailed down. You see where I'm going with this. I am 100% sure he's going to want to do some driving again.
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Me needing him gave him such a burst of energy. He was like Cinderella on steroids. I heard him scratching around in the pantry and decided I'd better see what he was up do. I was near despair when I saw his grocery list on the table and realized he was digging out the ingredients for his annual candy making. Horrors, another battle to fight. He never moderates in his thinking. In Texas he made a lot of candy but we had friends, family, and co-workers to gift it to. In Oregon, not so much. We don't need candy in this house.
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The new pill box had to go. Because he was unsure about it he wouldn't leave it alone. Late afternoon he brought it to me once more and he had mixed up the meds again. He said he wanted to go back to what we were doing before the new pill box. Lesson learned: an all in one pill box can be confusing to some people. Who would have thought it.
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