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I have to report on my mom's cardiologist appointment today. First, the bottom line: as far as I understand, he's putting her on some slight doses of a few medications to keep her heart from going wonky because of the COPD, but basically she's ok. (except, hmmm, her B/P was 92/58....?)
I drove her because it would cost an unreasonable amount to go by medical van. ($70 for the van owned by the nursing home, somewhere $250 - $300 for another medical service transport.) She told me she could walk to my car with a walker. She needed her handbag so we would have her insurance cards and her handicap sign to hang from the car's rear view mirror.
So..... the rehab folks hooked her to a portable oxygen tank (they are hoping to wean her off completely before she goes home.) She walked, using the walker. I slung the strap of the tank on my shoulder, and walked along just behind her, with our two handbags and my cane - we were connected by the oxygen hose. We came to a door! We stared at it for a minute, then I put down the oxygen tank and went to push an "automatic open" button, ran back to grab the tank and follow Mom through... you get the idea. I can't decide if it was hysterical or incredibly sad! But - the trip was exhausting for both of us! Had to share...!
I have to report on my mom's cardiologist appointment today. First, the bottom line: as far as I understand, he's putting her on some slight doses of a few medications to keep her heart from going wonky because of the COPD, but basically she's ok. (except, hmmm, her B/P was 92/58....?)
I drove her because it would cost an unreasonable amount to go by medical van. ($70 for the van owned by the nursing home, somewhere $250 - $300 for another medical service transport.) She told me she could walk to my car with a walker. She needed her handbag so we would have her insurance cards and her handicap sign to hang from the car's rear view mirror.
So..... the rehab folks hooked her to a portable oxygen tank (they are hoping to wean her off completely before she goes home.) She walked, using the walker. I slung the strap of the tank on my shoulder, and walked along just behind her, with our two handbags and my cane - we were connected by the oxygen hose. We came to a door! We stared at it for a minute, then I put down the oxygen tank and went to push an "automatic open" button, ran back to grab the tank and follow Mom through... you get the idea. I can't decide if it was hysterical or incredibly sad! But - the trip was exhausting for both of us! Had to share...!
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DUH, it had not occurred to me (or to him) that I NEEDED TO GET TO THE SCHOOL! 
and she was in front of my house to pick me up by the time I'd wandered out there with my cane! She dropped me at the school, and the embarrassed and chagrined Songman picked me up after (I left after my part was done, as was my plan: the auditorium seating was NOT comfortable.) WHAT a day.....!
or today.
