Ron needed help a couple times Thursday night so I didn't get much sleep. I got up at 5 when I gave him his snack/medication because I had to get ready for the doctor. I got Ron settled, took my shower, etc. I hailed my Uber around 7, it wasn't much at all to go to the doctor.
I got to the doctor's office about an hour early, which is what I had hoped. They weighed me, took my blood pressure 130/90 NOT happy about that and will be tapering off soda/caffeine. That is about 25 points higher than I would like. I am going to watch that.
So I went in and the nurse practitioner caught me drinking some diet Dew. I got the soda lecture. She said the sample didn't show infection and I confessed I had been taking 10 year old Bactrim ("Oh no" she replied) and I still had a horrible BURNING. She said she would send it off to culture.
I asked about post coital antibiotic and she said "I don't do that". Well, crap. There goes that plan. I mentioned Macrobid worked for me so she wrote it for that. It is nice to have something known with no surprises, and it only cost about $30 at the pharmacy. She also wrote for some Pyridium which I will ALWAYS take. That's the stuff that colors your urine and numbs the urethra.
I left and got a Uber in a few minutes. Both my drivers got a Bible Promise book in addition to my standard $5 tip, both acted happy to get the book. I figure God may have let me get sick so these guys could get reached so I had better do some reaching.
I went to Walmart and checked the prescription was in, the pharmacist actually checked for me. He is a very nice man and very calm. I did some shopping and got the text it was ready right as I had come back anyway. The pharmacist wanted to talk to me. He knew Macrobid+ Pyridium he probably fills a dozen a day... he was very sympathetic and said he hoped I felt better soon - really great for a Walmart, I thought. And he meant it.
I paid and decided to call Arturo. I didn't buy any soda because I am cutting it out but I had a case of cup of noodles in the styrofoam cups, pretty bulky.
I talked to my aunt, who, on her own, decided to gift me with Uber cash. Awesome. Transportation is always my weak spot so I appreciate it.
I checked on Ron (emptied his urinals) fed him, took a short nap and woke up feeling COMPLETELY refreshed... I wish I woke up in the morning feeling like that. It was great. Then I could take care of house/Ron/God Time.
And I have a hurricane coming for my birthday next week. Good thing I aim to be ready at all times anyway. I have water, cat food, canned food, manual can opener, pills - oh all the pills. I did my pills last night.
With my brain problems and I think due in part to medication, I have a horrible time taking prescriptions if they are NOT in my pills of the week organizer. So I had to do up the antibiotic and pyridium in it in addition to my mood pills, etc. That was a lot of pills. It works great to do my pills at a separate time from Ron.
He has a multivitamin in addition to his other pills. By the way, he is reading the seizure book I ordered. Good. I really think that is important for him to be informed about his condition.
But I got all mine done and ate my dinner. I had some digestive complaints a few hours later, just lets you know the medicine is working. I got most of my order from Swanson, some soap, toilet bowl cleaner, zinc lozenges, and vitamin C. My throat felt a little weird so I did a lozenge and boy did it taste bad, but I was fine 20 minutes later. I went to bed and slept pretty well.
Woke up and fed Ron a snack (I asked him what he wanted I try not to dictate). He wanted a sausage patty so we did that. Good, healthy fats and protein.
Gave him his pills. I have my pills on the same schedule easier all around just remember "5 o'clock!". So I ate a Luna Bar (lemon something) and took mine. I had to take several gulps due to the amount of pills. I am taking d-mannose 1.5 grams 3 times a day to help clear this. That adds a lot of bulk to the pills.
But I got them down with the snack so I am good until 5 PM. Then Ron and I can take our pills again. It is just simpler for me. I DO have brain damage I need to work with that.
I have found it is just better to admit I have problems than to try to fight it, fail, and not measure up to the "normal" standard. And I am fine admitting that: I have brain damage. It is OK to say that. It is OK to accept help now and then.
It is NOT OK to sit in a corner, wailing and feeling sorry for myself, refusing to do anything. I see myself as a woman of action and I intend to keep that view.
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