Stress, stress, stress
Well, another stressful day. Dad called at 11:20 this morning to say he wasn’t going into town for lunch. He sounded horrible! Worse than a bull frog with croup!
Went to town to get him a few groceries and before leaving, decided to stop at the clinic and get some advice. After talking to 2 nurses, I decided that some way I was going to make him go to see dr or nurse practioner.
We got home and stopped at his house, put his groceries away and then started to convince him to go. After taking his temp, which was 100, and reminding him that he had had pnemonia last year, he finally agreed to go.
We ran home first to put our groceries away, and then I took my van and went and picked him up. By the time we got in to see the nurse, his temp was 100.6. She listened to his heart and lungs, and took his oxygen level (93) and then recommended that he be put on a super antibiotic for 6 days. The nurse was kind enough to give us samples so that we didn’t even have to go to drugstore and wait for a prescription to be filled.
As we were walking back into the house, Dad commented on how sore he was. I said it was probably from the coughing and being on his hands and knees yesterday when he was working on his woodpile. Then he says it was probably from lifting the 8 ft long firewood logs into the sawhorse so he could cut them!!!
I tell ya, raising a 93 year-old father is extremely stressful!!!! When I left, he was in his recliner, portable phone within reach and a fresh bottle of water sitting on end table.
I think I could use a bottle of Jack Daniels at this point and I don’t drink!!