Day 701 Why are men so clueless?
Friday, July 15, 2016
I had to take my dad to the VA clinic about 50 miles away early this morning. He was not breathing very good at all when we left and was barely walking. More like sufling along. So we get to the clinic and the guy that comes to get him for his hearing aids refuses to adjust the pair he's wearing because they are not his new ones. Well come to find out that dad threw the new ones away because they wouldn't stay in his ears. Oh why can't they ask for help. So then I asked if someone could check on him for his breathing. They only serve appointments. But the nurse would talk with him. It a good thing I'm pushy sometimes. I thought a new service by the VA was so nice because you could call them and get appointments in your town and not have to drive to a VA clinic. Well they don't communicate with each other so my dad's VA doctor had no idea he'd even been seen in over 2 years.
Now we have to go back on Aug. 9 for a physical and a new hearing test. He's not going to be going to any where without me any more. I asked him on the way home why he didn't ask more questions and get some answers. The chart says he was diagnosed with COPD 10 years ago. Why was there no treatment until now?
OK off the soap box. After that lovely morning I did some shopping. Some of the big stuff I'll need in the house during my recovery. Like big bags of dog food and cat food. I forgot to buy any groceries. I just bought animal stuffs. Dang. But the time I got home I was so close to a collapse that I was shaking. Took 2 pain pills and a xanax and curled up on the couch. When my son called I was finally able to make sense again. Oh my what a day.
So I went up to my restful happy place and worked on one of the rows I have picked up. This one has a funny house with a couple of trees with a clothes line between them with little tiny quilts hanging on the line. I hope I can finish it tomorrow. I can almost completely forget about problems up there.
Sorry I was so cranky.