The End of Another Week
Friday, June 26, 2009 - 11:25 AM This has been one of those weeks that I would like to forget. It is not that it has been exceptionally bad, but I have not exactly won $1 million in the lottery either. The Director of Nursing (Mickey) for my home healthcare agency came to see me yesterday. Dale had called her the day before concerning the theft of my pain medication. She said that he seemed very concerned about me. She also said that her agency had spoken with the nurse who I thought had taken the medication, and the nurse took a blood test which turned out negative. The nurse also had her doctor send the agency a letter stating that she was allergic to that type of medication. It was my feeling that the agency believed her, and that was to be the end of their investigation. Nothing was said about the possibility that she might have taken the medication in order to sell it. I was supposed to go to the mental health clinic yesterday and see the psychiatrist who prescribes my medications. That never happened. Shortly before Mickey came to see me, I took my morning medications, plus some extra ones. While she was here talking with me, I seemed to begin having some sort of adverse reaction to the medicine I had taken. I became extremely dizzy, the muscles in my arms tightened and I could barely move my arms, and I had problems focusing my eyesight. Since Mickey is a registered nurse, a person might have thought that she would have noticed something was not quite right about me, but that was not to be. After Mickey left, I called my transportation agency and canceled my ride to the clinic. I then called the mental health clinic and canceled my appointment there. I had called the clinic earlier in the week to get a refill on my medications, so this morning I had to call it again and ask them to mail the medicine to me. I will reschedule my appointment the next time I see Dale. I managed to put off answering my brother's e-mail for four days. Yesterday, I sent him an e-mail telling him about some of the difficulties I have been having, and that I thought I would pass on going to a movie with him next week. I heard from him again this morning (he is very persistent), and he said I needed to start getting out more and doing more things. He said that he and his wife would be in town throughout the summer, and that maybe we could go to a free jazz concert together. In the meantime, he wants to see me next Thursday, and suggested that we possibly meet at a park for lunch. I am not too keen on this idea either, but have not decided what to do about it. This morning I somehow managed to get my wheelchair tangled in my living room blinds, and accidentally pulled some of them down onto the floor. What with the mood I am in right now, I do not care if they lie there and rot until winter.