Chapter 415 - Outsourcing
I dislike such hideous managerial terms as "outsource" yet at the moment I'm unable to think of a more appropriate term to describe shirking of responsibility. This morning we met a young lady from Wild Dog Care at the coffee shop we visit most Sunday mornings; the young lady wheeled her through KMart and some other places for an hour then returned to the coffee shop where we then had a coffee and a milk shake, although the young lady excused herself for she had 5 minutes to get to her next appointment. I will schedule a shopping expedition for next Sunday at Target. While they were shopping I stocked up on food stuffs from Coles as well as going to the chemist. She apparently enjoyed her short outing, although she didn't buy very much.
She frequently comments about her inability to read fine print, of being unable to thread needles. I intend to take a sample of some print she was unable to read this evening down to our optometrist for comment. Her glaucoma drops are administered every night at 10PM and the lubrication spray as often as I remember during the day. Even so, her eyes are frequently red rimmed.
The Duodopa flow remains at 4.8 ml/hour. I suspect her legs may not be shaking as much the last few days. Again on Wednesday her bowel movements were quite loose, so she has not had Movicol since. However her motions are less frequent now, lots of flatulence, but not yet complaining of doing "marbles" although yesterday I saw evidence of such in her incontinence pants after she complained of "still something there". I am concerned that she is eating less, disinterested in lunch and only takes what I offer (frozen dinners) of an evening. There is little point in cooking conventional meals.
Tomorrow she sees the hospital physio for the first time since the Botox injections in her left leg. We like to think her left foot is a little more pliable and the toes are able to wriggle more. Tomorrow we will see.
And today was our change back to real time, which meant she was able to sleep an hour longer this morning. But tonight, from about 1730 onwards she was tired, worn out, sweating until she felt greasy to the touch. So by 1830 she had a large bowel movement, and while seated on the loo I wiped her body with a flannel wetted with cold water, helped her clean her teeth, then to bed and fitted the overnight incontinence pants. Shortly after the Wild Dog Care lady rang to say she was on her way, arriving on time. Since there was nothing for her to do, I placed a chair at the bedside and left the two of them to have a goodnight chat, and that will be good for her.
She frequently comments about her inability to read fine print, of being unable to thread needles. I intend to take a sample of some print she was unable to read this evening down to our optometrist for comment. Her glaucoma drops are administered every night at 10PM and the lubrication spray as often as I remember during the day. Even so, her eyes are frequently red rimmed.
The Duodopa flow remains at 4.8 ml/hour. I suspect her legs may not be shaking as much the last few days. Again on Wednesday her bowel movements were quite loose, so she has not had Movicol since. However her motions are less frequent now, lots of flatulence, but not yet complaining of doing "marbles" although yesterday I saw evidence of such in her incontinence pants after she complained of "still something there". I am concerned that she is eating less, disinterested in lunch and only takes what I offer (frozen dinners) of an evening. There is little point in cooking conventional meals.
Tomorrow she sees the hospital physio for the first time since the Botox injections in her left leg. We like to think her left foot is a little more pliable and the toes are able to wriggle more. Tomorrow we will see.
And today was our change back to real time, which meant she was able to sleep an hour longer this morning. But tonight, from about 1730 onwards she was tired, worn out, sweating until she felt greasy to the touch. So by 1830 she had a large bowel movement, and while seated on the loo I wiped her body with a flannel wetted with cold water, helped her clean her teeth, then to bed and fitted the overnight incontinence pants. Shortly after the Wild Dog Care lady rang to say she was on her way, arriving on time. Since there was nothing for her to do, I placed a chair at the bedside and left the two of them to have a goodnight chat, and that will be good for her.
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