Exbf and I have a set ritual on Sunday. He goes to church, comes home to eat or picks up burger, and we talk, then he naps. Well, sometimes he naps and I call him and wake him up. I hate doing that, so I suggested that he call me after he eats and before he naps. That way, I will not interrupt his meal or nap. Or disturb his meal or trip to bathroom. With a walker everything is an effort.
When he is out and out of pocket, he calls and lets me know where he is and what he is doing. The reason he keeps me informed is so I will not worry myself sick. Twice in the past he has not responded to calls, one from Friday afternoon until 2 am Sunday morning when I finally called police for welfare check. Another time, he was answering the phone but talking silly. Even when I told him I was going to call the police, he was still silly. So, I knew he knew nothing of what was happening.
Sunday, he called me at 12:15, saying he was at Pep Boys getting new tires because someone at church pointed out his bald tires. I quickly inquired about food for him. He assured me he had gone to BK and was going to eat when he got off the phone. He was letting me know so I would not panic. they finished the tires at 2 pm.
About 2:55 pm, I started worrying since he had not called me. Neither his cell or home was answered. I worried a bit and figured he was driving and would call me when he could. Actually, it was 2:58. At 3:11 pm, he called on his cell. NO, not his voice. It was a policeman. They were tending him and taking him to hospital because of blood sugar being so low.
I asked how they found me. They found his cell and found my number! He erases every call from his phone every time so that his phone is blank. He dials my number every time! He refuses to leave my number in the phone. It is not like he is trying to keep it a secret that he calls me or knows me. Of that, I am positive. His stupid, stubborn independence and fear of another person is going to kill him.
The guy said he was alert but not coherent. He had put his keys in his pocket and they were searching for them and finally called police when they realized his condition! His blood sugar was 40 and they said they gave him lots of sugar to get it to 280. That seems way too high. I think the police are following him home. I know they are following him to BK.
This all happened 30 minutes ago, and my chest is pounding, body trembling, and breathing is hard. This is going to kill me.
He listens to nothing I say. He is afraid I am trying to change him if I straighten his shirt collar. God forbid I should push down a piece of hair sticking straight up!
He just called. Okay, over three hours since he left church, over an hour since police called me. He said sitting in the sun for over 30 minutes while they looked for his keys at Pep boys is the reason for blood sugar drop. He was sitting on his keys. It could be because all he had to eat was fries!
I asked him at what point did he know he was in trouble. He didn't! He thought a drunk man in a gray shirt kept talking to him because he could not understand the guy. I had to laugh. He never knew he was in trouble. The policeman found me in his cell phone since I had just called him.
He refused to go to the hospital. So, as he says, they tested him to see if he could follow directions, knew where everything was on the dash , and could get key in ignition.
He has always refused to carry anything with him because he knows what he is doing. Since we just talked, I may have changed his mind.
My panic increased since I do not have a car to even go see him in hospital.
My heartbeat and breathing is still not right at 4:30 pm.
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Sunday, August 19, 2018
Monday, July 30, 2018
Planning for a Doctor visit (And it is done.)
One day next week, I have a doctor's appointment in Birmingham. Exbf will drive up to get me, drop me off, and wait in the car until I come out. (TODAY WAS/IS THE DAY)
He will come in and eat lunch unless I have him come just in time to pick me up. He can decide that.
It is hard for him to get into the office. He hates paying for valet service. And, I make the wait in the car quite comfortable.
I pack stuff for him. This week his little bag will have: bottle of cold water, Pepsi if he wants it, slices of cheese, crackers, grapes, cherries, sliced apple, jerky. (NO JERKY)I still have to buy a jerky stick for this week. And, I make sure he has a new Reader's Digest. I never buy one, just get one from places that have stacks of free magazines. ( I gave him four because I could not remember what he had read.)
Sometimes, he takes a nap.
Before the trip, I will pack what he will take home for dinner. I make a list so I will not forget anything. I am too tired when I get home to remember what to take out to the car. He prefers to just let me come in and get the stuff and just leave. It is usually so late that I am exhausted, and he has a long drive. (I forgot the pie, so I will freeze it for him.)
I didn't get the meatloaf baked, but I will make that, cook the last of the carrots, and give him lettuce and tomato for a salad. He will probably eat the carrots and meat loaf and maybe a can of peas or green beans. He will probably save the salad for the next day with more meatloaf. Who know? I don't care.
(I gave him portion of pork loin and lettuce and tomato for a salad.)
When he does come into the doctor's office, I pack this bag that came from AARP when he or I joined. Everything fits, no matter how much I give him, even his water bottle and RD. He snacks in the waiting room. Remember, he has diabetes. What he does not eat for a snack, he eats for a snack on the way home..
I am too tired to even think, but I will talk about the dermatologist visit tomorrow. It was traumstic and I had to be naked and be poked and looked at closely.
Only the last paragraph and things in parenthesis were written tonight.
He will come in and eat lunch unless I have him come just in time to pick me up. He can decide that.
It is hard for him to get into the office. He hates paying for valet service. And, I make the wait in the car quite comfortable.
I pack stuff for him. This week his little bag will have: bottle of cold water, Pepsi if he wants it, slices of cheese, crackers, grapes, cherries, sliced apple, jerky. (NO JERKY)I still have to buy a jerky stick for this week. And, I make sure he has a new Reader's Digest. I never buy one, just get one from places that have stacks of free magazines. ( I gave him four because I could not remember what he had read.)
Sometimes, he takes a nap.
Before the trip, I will pack what he will take home for dinner. I make a list so I will not forget anything. I am too tired when I get home to remember what to take out to the car. He prefers to just let me come in and get the stuff and just leave. It is usually so late that I am exhausted, and he has a long drive. (I forgot the pie, so I will freeze it for him.)
I didn't get the meatloaf baked, but I will make that, cook the last of the carrots, and give him lettuce and tomato for a salad. He will probably eat the carrots and meat loaf and maybe a can of peas or green beans. He will probably save the salad for the next day with more meatloaf. Who know? I don't care.
(I gave him portion of pork loin and lettuce and tomato for a salad.)
When he does come into the doctor's office, I pack this bag that came from AARP when he or I joined. Everything fits, no matter how much I give him, even his water bottle and RD. He snacks in the waiting room. Remember, he has diabetes. What he does not eat for a snack, he eats for a snack on the way home..
I am too tired to even think, but I will talk about the dermatologist visit tomorrow. It was traumstic and I had to be naked and be poked and looked at closely.
Only the last paragraph and things in parenthesis were written tonight.
Friday, February 23, 2018
A Haircut
Today was the day exbf and I decided was the least rainy day for him to drive and us to do things. He drove up and I was ready. We went to Publix to get my expensive milk and then to WM to make a return. Then, we drove around Sportsman Lake, a lake within city limits and about three miles from me, looked at flowers and campers and ducks. It was a beautiful day and the lake was beautiful.
There were two quite large pull-behind campers set up and separated from their vehicles. Kids were out playing. Someone was fishing. I wonder how much it cost to camp.
There was a bike rental sign but no bikes. What? People can rent one or more of the nearly three dozen pavilions. Plus, there are small cabins for rent. Now, I need to find all the prices just to satisfy my own curiosity. There is also putt putt golf, playground, train, snack bar at the Sportsman Lake Park.
The ac has been on for two days now. It's very warm out. Of course, I took today to use the oven. All winter, I have used the crock pot. The weather has been a high of 83, nice weather. Next week, it should be down to 70s, maybe 60s. Birds are celebrating. Flowers abound everywhere.
We had Tombstone Pizza and salad for lunch, Then, I had to lie down. Exbf said I went to sleep for a long time. I thought it was only ten minutes. Dinner was beef, potatoes, and corn slaw.
Before he went home, we had planned for him to cut my hair, just trim the bottom half an inch. Well, I asked him to show me the first cut. It was fully an inch long. I pointed that out. He said, okay. Well, a few minutes later, I had him show me the hair he had just cut off. It was over 2 inches long. I told him and he said, DAMN. Same with the next cut. He said DAMN! Did he have a sudden spell of brain damage. I had him show me more cuts. None were near the same. I am going to kill him. It has been two hours since he left, and I cannot even bear to look at it.
Because he cannot cut the hair without holding it, he holds my hair in his fingers and cuts above what he is holding. It has worked before. Now, there is a little pile of hair on the ground that I need to pick up.
As he looked at my hair while he was sitting in the car, he said, "Yeah, I see lots of places I left it scraggly, lots of long pieces." I tried not to cry. And, I have not yelled at him or fussed at him. sigh
It was a very pleasant day until he cut my hair. I am not sure if I need to leave it alone, try to straighten it myself, or pay for a haircut.
Has anyone EVER given you such a crummy haircut? Well, I have paid for bad haircuts, but this is the only bad haircut anyone not a professional has given me. A half inch is safe, Two inches gone is a catastrophe. He wanted to go back and try to cut it better. No. I don't want a pixie haircut.
There were two quite large pull-behind campers set up and separated from their vehicles. Kids were out playing. Someone was fishing. I wonder how much it cost to camp.
There was a bike rental sign but no bikes. What? People can rent one or more of the nearly three dozen pavilions. Plus, there are small cabins for rent. Now, I need to find all the prices just to satisfy my own curiosity. There is also putt putt golf, playground, train, snack bar at the Sportsman Lake Park.
The ac has been on for two days now. It's very warm out. Of course, I took today to use the oven. All winter, I have used the crock pot. The weather has been a high of 83, nice weather. Next week, it should be down to 70s, maybe 60s. Birds are celebrating. Flowers abound everywhere.
We had Tombstone Pizza and salad for lunch, Then, I had to lie down. Exbf said I went to sleep for a long time. I thought it was only ten minutes. Dinner was beef, potatoes, and corn slaw.
Before he went home, we had planned for him to cut my hair, just trim the bottom half an inch. Well, I asked him to show me the first cut. It was fully an inch long. I pointed that out. He said, okay. Well, a few minutes later, I had him show me the hair he had just cut off. It was over 2 inches long. I told him and he said, DAMN. Same with the next cut. He said DAMN! Did he have a sudden spell of brain damage. I had him show me more cuts. None were near the same. I am going to kill him. It has been two hours since he left, and I cannot even bear to look at it.
Because he cannot cut the hair without holding it, he holds my hair in his fingers and cuts above what he is holding. It has worked before. Now, there is a little pile of hair on the ground that I need to pick up.
As he looked at my hair while he was sitting in the car, he said, "Yeah, I see lots of places I left it scraggly, lots of long pieces." I tried not to cry. And, I have not yelled at him or fussed at him. sigh
It was a very pleasant day until he cut my hair. I am not sure if I need to leave it alone, try to straighten it myself, or pay for a haircut.
Has anyone EVER given you such a crummy haircut? Well, I have paid for bad haircuts, but this is the only bad haircut anyone not a professional has given me. A half inch is safe, Two inches gone is a catastrophe. He wanted to go back and try to cut it better. No. I don't want a pixie haircut.
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