Day 5. We have an "at home day" today. He slept fitfully last night, breaking down and taking a pain pill at bedtime. But he was down from 10pm - 7am, so a long "rest." He is having wild dreams, so it will be good if he can change to Tylenol in the next days. He got in the night because he thought his PC had a virus. Did it send him a telepathic message?
He ate some b'fast...and is drinking. No fever. He went back to bed right after b'fast and is snoring away again. Good.
I DID NOT go to the polls today and feel incredibly guilty.
I had a pulmonology appt. yesterday and my doc said NO WAY. She actually told me we should have a health aide in here a bit to help out. I can't imagine that just now, but I have broken down and am letting friends and neighbors run errands. RX, groceries, post office. I wonder if I can have someone get gas for us...I'm on fumes?
I'm back on the prednisone...60 mg... They will taper, but for now it should help. I hope it will help a lot. No antibiotics because X-ray okay. I took zithromax last week.
We are having a bit of a "ta'do" here, and maybe this belongs in caregiver thread, but I am mindful of what AZ has to say on the male perspective on feeling ill.
Mike is a sweet guy, friendly, fun, helpful...thrifty, loyal and brave...a Boy Scout in general. And SOBER 25+ months. But when he doesn't feel good, he is a bear (leaving piggies to Ziffle.) He explained to me that he HATES feeling ill, and that he feels grouchy and can do nothing about
it; that he wants to be "in control of things." Which is true. He especially hates not driving (not a new problem).
I told him I wondered sometimes which was the real HIM. The Mr. Grouchy Pants who arrives so quickly and easily when he feels ill OR if he uses enormous energy to stay Mr. Boy Scout when in his right mind. I told Angie here lately that she should remember her hubby is SICK, and give him some slack...
NOTE TO SELF...HE IS SICK...BE PATIENT WITH MR. UGLY PANTS.
Yesterday, he was frustrated on the way home from PCP appointment. I was driving. He couldn't work my iPhone. He
opened the window and said he was throwing the ****ing thing out, it was worthless. AND BRAND NEW. So I stopped the car. He gave me the phone. I returned the call to his Transplant Coordinator he hung up on. And told him I wouldn't drive a mile further if he didn't get control of himself. He did.
Does he have some control of himself? He told me I was AN AWFUL PERSON! If I am, I'm wasting a lot of good time on looking after a sick man.
This is not what I NEED when I have bronchitis, feel like crap myself and am not in the mood for his UGLY.
My 5 year old grandson wants to know if the election will be decided by his bedtime...8 EST. Sure hope so. hahaha
Hugs,
Carol
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