Sometimes severe chronic pain will wreck a perfectly good day. Raise your hand if you know what I’m talking about.
PRESENTING . . . THIS WEEK’S BIG EVENTS.
CHECKUP TIME. My hospice R.N. will be here this morning. She’ll do my weekly checkup and (best of all) take a sterile urine sample to send to the lab for a “culture and sensitivity” test. I’ve been waiting about four months for the hospice to do this. Anticipating a real diagnosis and the correct antibiotic are positively electrifying! Incidentally, if the lab is located in the Dallas metro area (i.e., not in Fort Worth, like the hospice’s pharmacy) Sam will volunteer to deliver the urine specimen himself rather than wait for the lab to send a messenger. They were a no-show last Wednesday due to “the roads.” (Trust me … “the roads” would only be a problem if they were driving down from North Dakota!)
BATH TIME X 3. I’ll have three visits this week — Monday, Wednesday and Friday — from my hospice C.N.A. for bathing and general hygiene, and today she’ll also wash my hair. I especially love the hair-washing part. Leticia could be professional stylist.
DRUG TIME. All of my maintenance drugs are due for refills today … Allopurinol, Furosemide, Amitriptyline, Trazodone, Metoprolol and Gabapentin. I’ll hand a typed list to my R.N. this morning so she won’t forget anything, and the pharmacy will deliver my refills sometime tonight. (We always get same-day service, frequently as late at midnight.)
CHECKUP TIME. My hospice R.N. will be here this morning. She’ll do my weekly checkup and (best of all) take a sterile urine sample to send to the lab for a “culture and sensitivity” test. I’ve been waiting about four months for the hospice to do this. Anticipating a real diagnosis and the correct antibiotic are positively electrifying! Incidentally, if the lab is located in the Dallas metro area (i.e., not in Fort Worth, like the hospice’s pharmacy) Sam will volunteer to deliver the urine specimen himself rather than wait for the lab to send a messenger. They were a no-show last Wednesday due to “the roads.” (Trust me … “the roads” would only be a problem if they were driving down from North Dakota!)
BATH TIME X 3. I’ll have three visits this week — Monday, Wednesday and Friday — from my hospice C.N.A. for bathing and general hygiene, and today she’ll also wash my hair. I especially love the hair-washing part. Leticia could be professional stylist.
DRUG TIME. All of my maintenance drugs are due for refills today … Allopurinol, Furosemide, Amitriptyline, Trazodone, Metoprolol and Gabapentin. I’ll hand a typed list to my R.N. this morning so she won’t forget anything, and the pharmacy will deliver my refills sometime tonight. (We always get same-day service, frequently as late at midnight.)
Lately I’ve been outraged by the high cost of restaurant food. Can somebody please explain to me what the fuck is going on? I clicked on a link today for Door Dash, the restaurant delivery service that’s showing up all over the Internet. They’re having an introductory special right now — $1 delivery if you spend $10 — and I looked at the price of food from places like Burger King and Denny’s. Holy shit.
First, would you spend $8.50 for a Whopper, fries and a Coke?! I remember when Burger King opened its first restaurant in Skokie back in the early 1960s and Whoppers only cost 30¢. And second, Denny’s is charging $9.99 for a scrambled egg sandwich on toast. Are they INSANE? Yesterday Sam bought 18 extra large eggs from Wal-Mart for $1.37 and a loaf of bread for 88¢. He can make me the same stupid egg sandwich for about 13¢. And better yet, I can eat it in bed! LYING DOWN, even!
I’m sorry this is so short, but I’m not feeling very well. More next time, okay?
Thank you for reading this. I won’t get mad if you don’t remember the Alamo today.
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