Someone else's job
I slept great but woke up with an earache around 7. I "had" to get up at 8. I took a generic mucinex and went back to bed. I woke up feeling better and my ear didn't hurt for the rest of the day. It clogged up again when I got home (may be allergy related and I am allergic to my 3 cats). I didn't have a lot of medicine left, though, so I arranged to do a Walmart run with Chuck.
I did my God Time, shower (not in that order), etc. Chuck arrived and we ran by a Walgreens to get some treats for the staff at the facility. Ron can be difficult at times and I want them to feel appreciated.
Everything I read about the medical profession says they are always starving, too.
I got in there and sat with Ron for a while. I like being nearby even if he isn't feeling well. About 2, he asked for some pain meds. However, his pain meds all contained Tylenol and he had reached his daily limit.
Then the lady came in to do occupational therapy. Ron was pretty unhappy sitting up and transferring to the wheelchair. Then he wanted to try to sit on the toilet. It took some doing and was very painful. He didn't need to toilet.
They got him back in the wheelchair (more screams) and rolled him off down the hall. I honestly expected them to bring him back, cursing, at any moment.
He came back a half hour later. The OT asked him about his pain level. "Not bad" Ron replied. "Well, you agreed to sit in your wheelchair for an extra 20 minutes." (!!!!!!) "Ring the bell when your time's up and you're ready to go back to bed."
I was shocked. I don't know what she gave him, but it worked. Ron, in my hearing, had called her "ignorant", and he later told me he told her she was a "terrible mother". She took it all in stride.
I am glad I never picked PT or OT for my occupation. I would not have done well at either. It seems to carry a lot of confrontation, and you need to be very tough.
I have had to toughen up over the years but I'm nowhere near that level. I couldn't deal with making people scream and getting shouted at all day.
Which is why I really put Ron in rehab, come to think. I couldn't do it.
Well, I could have, but it would have taken quite a toll. This way I am beloved wife, only, and not the cruel bitch who is forcing him to hurt. That's someone else's job. Thank God.
Chuck got stuck in traffic, which worked out, because I wanted to see Ron again when he got back from therapy. They both showed up about the same time.
Ron sat in the wheelchair for 20 minutes and then a few longer as the nurse aide came to help. I helped her make the bed and she got Ron back into bed.
I wonder how many times I have typed the word "Ron" in my online career (18 years online now). Plenty, I bet.
Now it was off to the store. I gave Chuck gas money and he filled up his tank, then we went to Walmart. He shopped with me. I got some vitamins, protein bars, and yogurt.
I had planned to get some cottage cheese but the cartons seemed rather warm. I opted instead for deli meat and cheese to make roll ups. But then I thought, why not a sandwich? So I got bread too. I also got cheese dogs (love those things), and whole wheat hot dog buns.
I was glad I was taking care of myself and getting healthy options. Had I really thought it through, I would have bought a bag of salad mix too.
Then I came home and put it all away. I made myself a sandwich on whole wheat bread, pepper turkey, sharp cheddar, and swiss with mayo. It was very good.
I had already eaten lunch and taken my meds earlier. Oh, and I forgot to mention Ron is getting an extra protein supplement from the nutrition department. He has been pretty happy with all the meals so far, and he's a picky eater.
I did warn her he had an "allergy" to cooked green vegetables. [snort]