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I'm home from Florida, my parents are settling in nicely and hopefully things will go smoothly for them. My sister and I will likely visit them in Florida every couple of months. The flight back was tough--my dad, (never a patient man and now much worse in that respect) was insufferable while waiting for the cab to take us from the rehab center to White Plains airport. Then both my parents flipped out when no one from Air Trans miraculously and immediately appeared at the airport with wheelchair and support (I found said wheelchair, and eventually support). The flight itself was fine, and the man who picked us up arrived on time.
We got home to discover that the car (left down there for the summer--but this year only for a month) was dead. The second car is enroute to Florida via a transport service and still hadn't arrived, with a lot of their stuff, when I got home last night. But we had to call AAA and my mom couldn't find the AAA cards, in fact couldn't find any cards she needed or kept missplacing them.
Basically, she was utterly rattled. But...repair man came and put in new batter for free (under warranty). My dad got into the car and my mother was afraid he wanted to drive --I actually think he just wanted to check that it was working properly and so ensued a screaming argument between mom and dad.
So... my mom then drove to the pharmacy to get dad's prescriptions filled--St Joe's, true to form, gave us no pills for him, gave us no outpatient instructions or sendoff or any of his records. She got there too late--it was closed.
Sunday, she went back and got there too early--had to wait and then return anyway several hours later. My dad needed just enough pills to get him through Wednesday when he had an appt for the VA hospital with his primary care physician and everyone else to set things up.
Things were better Sunday--my dad knew where everything in the house was, got around fine and usually used his walker. Makes his own breakfast (he always did) and coffee.
We went out to eat a couple of times. Sometimes it was ok, other times kind of disastrous.
Wednesday, the day at the VA was another awful day. We were there from 1pm -after 5pm, taking dad (in a wheelchair) from appt to appt. Primary care physician who updated his chart (and frankly, doesn't seem like the brightest bulb on the string--in fact, I didn't like him much a few years ago when I accompanied my dad to the VA for a checkup. This is a guy who is on the computer constantly rather than looking his patients in the eye and actually, um examining them and asking them direct questions...he kept messing up the records, and we had to correct him. )
Then to the coumadin clinic to check out my dad's blood clotting so far (he's been on coumadin for a month now)...normal so they prescribed more and then on to the pharmacist to discuss.
Also, a meeting with a social worker to discuss dad's (and my mom's) needs: Speech and physical therapy and an aide to help my dad shower, etc (which he does, but shouldn't do alone. So far my mom's been showering with him)...Then waiting on the line for the pharmacy three times--the coumadin wasn't ready and we could not leave without that.
Going to the VA, I sat in the front so that I could direct my mom and hold up the sunpass to the window (not being their long distance car, they didn't have it velcroed)..my dad pitched a fit....so, silly me, I let him sit in the front returning and when the time came he couldn't get the contraption where it should be in time so my mom grabbed it from him and held it herself --which she probably should have done originally. Anyway, we got home in one piece.
I'll finish this up in a separate blog post.
We got home to discover that the car (left down there for the summer--but this year only for a month) was dead. The second car is enroute to Florida via a transport service and still hadn't arrived, with a lot of their stuff, when I got home last night. But we had to call AAA and my mom couldn't find the AAA cards, in fact couldn't find any cards she needed or kept missplacing them.
Basically, she was utterly rattled. But...repair man came and put in new batter for free (under warranty). My dad got into the car and my mother was afraid he wanted to drive --I actually think he just wanted to check that it was working properly and so ensued a screaming argument between mom and dad.
So... my mom then drove to the pharmacy to get dad's prescriptions filled--St Joe's, true to form, gave us no pills for him, gave us no outpatient instructions or sendoff or any of his records. She got there too late--it was closed.
Sunday, she went back and got there too early--had to wait and then return anyway several hours later. My dad needed just enough pills to get him through Wednesday when he had an appt for the VA hospital with his primary care physician and everyone else to set things up.
Things were better Sunday--my dad knew where everything in the house was, got around fine and usually used his walker. Makes his own breakfast (he always did) and coffee.
We went out to eat a couple of times. Sometimes it was ok, other times kind of disastrous.
Wednesday, the day at the VA was another awful day. We were there from 1pm -after 5pm, taking dad (in a wheelchair) from appt to appt. Primary care physician who updated his chart (and frankly, doesn't seem like the brightest bulb on the string--in fact, I didn't like him much a few years ago when I accompanied my dad to the VA for a checkup. This is a guy who is on the computer constantly rather than looking his patients in the eye and actually, um examining them and asking them direct questions...he kept messing up the records, and we had to correct him. )
Then to the coumadin clinic to check out my dad's blood clotting so far (he's been on coumadin for a month now)...normal so they prescribed more and then on to the pharmacist to discuss.
Also, a meeting with a social worker to discuss dad's (and my mom's) needs: Speech and physical therapy and an aide to help my dad shower, etc (which he does, but shouldn't do alone. So far my mom's been showering with him)...Then waiting on the line for the pharmacy three times--the coumadin wasn't ready and we could not leave without that.
Going to the VA, I sat in the front so that I could direct my mom and hold up the sunpass to the window (not being their long distance car, they didn't have it velcroed)..my dad pitched a fit....so, silly me, I let him sit in the front returning and when the time came he couldn't get the contraption where it should be in time so my mom grabbed it from him and held it herself --which she probably should have done originally. Anyway, we got home in one piece.
I'll finish this up in a separate blog post.
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