Chapter 379 - Calls for Help
I heard her calling, panic in her voice. I found her grasping a shelf in our pantry, saying "My left side has gone again". Fortunately her rotary chair was behind her so I grasped her around the waist and manoeuvred her onto it. Just in time for her 10AM meds.
Our morning arrangements were upset this morning. Firstly she slept through both 2AM and 6AM meds, taking the latter at almost 7AM. The last time her meds were delayed at the start of the day her mobility became better; not so today. I needed to use the Pelican transfer board (the white plastic boomerang shape) to move her from bed to commode, then again from commode onto the loo, where she remained quite awhile, slightly gastric.
Then her showering and dressing care person failed to show this morning so I had to assist her to shower and dress. Following breakfast she decided to rearrange the contents of the 'fridge (I tend to leave it in a mess). She then realised that she was out of Loxalate 20 which she assumed I collected at my last visit to the chemist; not so, for after hunting through the house I rang the chemist - no, we hadn't requested a script so one will be delivered this afternoon. Looking through the pantry for the Loxalate must have inspired her to sort our loose change which is kept in there and thus the rescue from a fall.
So it seems that sometimes when her meds are delayed or missed altogether that her mobility improves (see Chapter 376) but not so today.
Last Thursday she saw the GP about the rash on her legs, arms and back even though only the latter continues to bother her. Her arms and legs continue showing the red spots where she has rubbed, although in most places the skin is not broken. The GP wondered whether she is reacting to a histamine problem sometimes seen by patients on morphine from which apomorphine is derived. He asked her to take 10ml per day of Claratyne hoping that may reduce the itching. She doesn't think it has done so. An aloe vera gel seems to help.
One day last week I had helped her onto the loo. Returning a little later to assist her beck onto her wheel chair she was crying, wiping her eyes and blowing her nose on toilet paper. Asked what was the matter she said "I should be caring for you".
Our morning arrangements were upset this morning. Firstly she slept through both 2AM and 6AM meds, taking the latter at almost 7AM. The last time her meds were delayed at the start of the day her mobility became better; not so today. I needed to use the Pelican transfer board (the white plastic boomerang shape) to move her from bed to commode, then again from commode onto the loo, where she remained quite awhile, slightly gastric.
Then her showering and dressing care person failed to show this morning so I had to assist her to shower and dress. Following breakfast she decided to rearrange the contents of the 'fridge (I tend to leave it in a mess). She then realised that she was out of Loxalate 20 which she assumed I collected at my last visit to the chemist; not so, for after hunting through the house I rang the chemist - no, we hadn't requested a script so one will be delivered this afternoon. Looking through the pantry for the Loxalate must have inspired her to sort our loose change which is kept in there and thus the rescue from a fall.
So it seems that sometimes when her meds are delayed or missed altogether that her mobility improves (see Chapter 376) but not so today.
Last Thursday she saw the GP about the rash on her legs, arms and back even though only the latter continues to bother her. Her arms and legs continue showing the red spots where she has rubbed, although in most places the skin is not broken. The GP wondered whether she is reacting to a histamine problem sometimes seen by patients on morphine from which apomorphine is derived. He asked her to take 10ml per day of Claratyne hoping that may reduce the itching. She doesn't think it has done so. An aloe vera gel seems to help.
One day last week I had helped her onto the loo. Returning a little later to assist her beck onto her wheel chair she was crying, wiping her eyes and blowing her nose on toilet paper. Asked what was the matter she said "I should be caring for you".
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