I guess I have a new hobby: taking my mother to the
doctor.
Atria did a mini mental assessment of her a couple of weeks
ago, which I sent to her doctor, who called and said she wanted to see her.
Today I went to pick her up and found her hunched over on the bench in the
hall on the way to her apartment. I asked what was wrong and she said
her back was killing her. She was also coughing and had a red nose,
indicating that it was runny.
I told her I had come to take her to the doctor and said I
would go and get her coat and purse so she didn't have to walk to her
apartment. On the way to the car, when she leaned on my arm to help
her with her back pain, i told her we would talk with the doctor about her
pain. She said that was the kind of thing that when you have it you
don't want your doctor to know about it. Sigh.
When we were waiting to be called for her appointment, I
said we would also talk with the doctor about her cough and she said "what
cough? I don't have a cough." Fortunately she was coughing so
badly that they gave her a face mask to wear.
I also pointed out that her clothes were filthy and pointed
out food stains on her pants and her blouse, which she has steadfastly
refused to let me wash. The last thing I told her when I dropped her
off was to be sure and put her clothes in the hamper so I could wash them.
Let's see if she does it.
The first thing the doctor pointed out was that she was due
for a retinopathy screening and so made an appointment with the eye doctor
for Friday (couldn't go tomorrow since I work at Logos tomorrow).
Then she asked about her cold. My mother said she had
no cold. Fortunately her lungs are clear, but she has a bad dry cough,
which she could not deny because she coughed through the appointment.
She also wiped her nose on her sleeve, her blouse, and the gown they gave
her in the exam room.
The doctor prescribed a cold medication (Benzonatate) which,
I discovered when I checked the prescription, she is supposed to take
3x/day. I'm note sure how I'm going to manage that. I figured
out I'd put the pill in with her regular pills, which she does take
(almost) every day, but I didn't relish going to Atria twice a day to make
sure she took 2 more pills. But I figured I could fill a second pill
dispenser with just the Benzonatate and then call her toward the end of the
day and remind her to take the second pill. That'll have to do except
for days when I go there to visit anyway, when I can make sure she takes the
third.
Next I brought up the back pain. My mother --- I
absolutely do not believe this --- said, "what back pain? I
don't have any back pain" This was the woman who could not MOVE
because she was in so much pain just two hours before, who complains every.
single. day. about her back pain. The doctor recommended Tylenol
arthritis and also physical therapy. Well, lots o' luck with that.
She might make it to one session, but I guarantee she would refuse to go
again.
So then we went to the memory issue. She didn't do any
testing because the woman at Atria had done it, but had some suggestions,
which include an MRI next week in Sacramento, the day after I go to Kaiser
in Sacramento to the optometrist to get a prescription for my new glasses.
Then there is the "memory class" she wants her to attend to
assess possible treatment. I somehow think that is a lost cause, based
on her reaction to the "memory class" at Atria, but we'll give it a try.
It looks like 2016 is going to be filled with medical type
appointments for my mother, as well as a lot of fighting to get her where
she should be going for help.
1 comment:
One of the main helps the folks in Assisted Living here is dispensing their medication. Several of the women I eat with get no other help, but do get their meds brought to them at appropriate times. It looks like that's getting closer for you. Hang in there, Babe!
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