Finally, an appointment with a specialist

Bob has an appointment with a neurologist on July 2nd. We are so happy we finally have an appointment with a specialist.

The new medication did not work well at all. For four nights we tried it and had the same results each night. He wasn’t sleeping, he turned ugly and mean, and was not very pleasant. So that medication was given a large “X” on the lid and set aside.

I made him go outside and sit for a few hours this week. At first he told me he didn’t want to go outside, but I told him if he wanted his lunch he was to eat it outside. “We’re having a picnic.” I told him.

After he ate his sandwich I handed him a small bowl of peanuts and told him to open them. He told me he didn’t like nuts. “That’s alright. You don’t have to eat them. I want you to open them and then throw them on the ground for the squirrels to eat.” I told him he needed to do things with his hands and this would be good for him. He started throwing the peanuts on the ground without opening them and I had to pick them up and hand them back to him. He fussed that they were too hard to open. I showed him how to press on the seam of the peanut to get it open. Well, he finally sat there and opened the rest of the peanuts and threw them on the ground. It was worth feeding the squirrels just to have him doing something with his hands.

He “fell” again this week. I wouldn’t call it a fall really, but more of a kneel. He went to sit in his chair and sat in it sideways, and more or less kneeled to the floor. He came out of his room telling me that he was hurt. I looked him all over and told him I saw nothing. He told me to hang on a moment and he would go back to his room and get some blood.

I followed him back to his room, looked him over, talked about how he “fell”, and then suggested he get cleaned up. After he got cleaned up he felt better. The next morning he tried and tried to find a bruise somewhere from his fall, but try as he might, alas there wasn’t a single bruise that appeared. Every bruise he tried to point out I sadly had to tell him it was old. I do think he was a little disappointed in not having any battle scars.

Rob and I went to the medical supply store and bought a few more hand rails, and a rail for his bed. That way he can hold on to something to pull himself up and support himself when he sits down. He was all confused when we installed them on Saturday, but he will get the hang of them in a few days.

Tina, Bob’s daughter, and her husband Pat bought a new truck this week. They brought it over for us all to see. It sure is perrrrty. It has that nice ‘new car’ smell. It has so many buttons and gadgets on it, I couldn’t begin to tell you what they were all for. Before long they will have a car that you sit in, state your destination, and the vehicle will drive you where you want to go.

Well, Bob may think that his driving days are over, but I am here to inform you all, that he does just fine with driving us nuts daily. Give him a ring this week and ask him how the magic are playing….the first game with the Lakers wasn’t very good.