Friday, January 22

Black Comedy, or Keep an Eye on the Bullet Holes...

I just don't know where to begin, after the most recent post.

Mr & Mrs NN, have had the worst possible diagnosis. The tumour was removed, with success. It was not benign. So begins a long journey for our very good friends. ( Shocking 'bullet holes' in our world!)

They remain in our hearts every day, with love and caring, of affection deeply felt.

We have had some very black comedy, in our quest for Health and Wellness.

Yesterday, I took a very ill GOM to the local Medical Center. Our usual Doctor was Interstate for the week.
GOM had continued to deteriorate, in spite of antibiotic treatment.

We logged in,  for an appointment with 'first available Doctor'. We were told the wait would be an hour, so we decided to sit and wait. GOM had forgotten his hearing aids, but I had thought I might have time to go home to get them. On being told it was an hour, we decided it was not worth a trip home. As they say, 'famous last thoughts!!' "They" lied, of course, and it was over 2 hours before we got attention.

We sat and waited. We observed a Doctor-person arrive, & begin to take patients. I have seen this Doctor before, whilst waitiing with my Grandaughter. He has been dubbed 'The Old F***er' by some of the regulars. We had no knowledge of this Doctor, nor his history. We have, however concluded, on past sightings, that he appears to be in need of the mortuary trolley or an ambulance to cart him off. He appears to be a very ill man. Bent double, and unable to call for his patients.. The receptionist calls out the name of the latest patient.

Yes you guessed it, we got allocated to the OF.
It was like some ghastly black comedy, or tragie/comedy. As we are greeted, silently, by the OF,  I produce the medications sheet provided by our regular GP. I explain in almost shouting terms, the problem with GOM's chest and the fact he is about to be out of Antibiotics. The whispering GP finally tells me has Parkinson's Disease, so he cannot talk above a whisper, (which is often unheard by me.)  I am shouting, explaining that GOM is deaf, so therefore unable to hear Dr Whispering P. I have to be the interpreter, as it were.
Dr W P listens to GOMs chest. He tells us GOMs chest is 'in a bad way'. Not comfortng news, but exactly what I had suspected. He then takes 20 minutes on his compter to give us a couple of prescriptions for medications. A stronger inhaler medication, plus a repeat of the Antibiotics. With differing instructions on how to take them. Not comforting, but not to be questioned.
I feel like I am dancing in some macabre comedy when I am trying to tell GOM what is happening, & trying to explain to the ever-smiling Dr OF , that we get it, and thankyou very much for your attention. I did wonder if the rosey cheeks & the perpetual smile were part of the Parkinson's. A very sad, but somehow hideously comedic Doctor visit!

GOM continues to be gravely ill. I am the primary carer & the nurse. I dont mind if he spends all day in bed. I try to give him nice meals with variety.
I still remain the most pitiful house wife in the area. I loathe housework, and I suppose I always will.


I took our Leo to be clipped yesetrday.
I bear the scars today.
There was blood all over the floor- it was mine! Leo decided he did not want his paws clipped, nor his nails trimmed.
So the Groomer, & I had a hot sweaty, bloody, hour getting him to play 'ball' one might say. Today, I have lost skin, -hence the blood on the floor- bruises you would not believe, to both forearms, plus thighs, as we sat on the floor tying to get cooperation over trimming those last 2 feet!!
He was so good today, when we had an unexpected visitor, who barked LOUDLY at Leo.  We got Leo on the lead, & he was very good. Our visitor was a Golden, who is normally so placid, but he gets excited on seeing 'toys'!!

All is calm now. The day has been hot beyond belief. I wanted to float away on Cloudboats.

25 comments:

persiflage said...

Dear Meggie, I am so sorry to hear all this bad news, about your neighbours and GOM, and hope that after that experience at the doctor's, which sounds frightful, that some improvement will happen.
Why do the deaf always forget their hearing aids? I assure you it is not only GOM.
Bugger the housework!
I hope Leo haas calmed down and that your scratches and bruises heal quickly. I keep thinking of you and wonder how you are.

Lone Grey Squirrel said...

Dear Meggie,
It does sound like you have your hands full. My best wishes to GOM for a quick recovery. I do hope the year gets better for you and your loved ones.

marigold jam said...

Oh Meggie you are having a bad time aren't you? I do hope that GOM will make some improvement on the new medication and that your injusries will also heal without too many scars. It must be very difficult to keep your cool under the circumstances you describe and especially if it is hot into the bargain!

Hang in there we are all rooting for you!

JAne

Joyce said...

Sorry to hear that life has not been treating you very well lately. I hope there is a distinct improvement asap. I agree with the others. Forget the housework. Nobody is ever remembered with affection because they had a clean house!

Thimbleanna said...

Oh Meggie -- somehow you always manage to see the humor in a grave situation. I hope things will improve and that soon the only thing you'll have to worry about IS the housework!

Andrea said...

What a time of it you're having. Hopefully all will be better soon. I hate housework too - I do it but not with a spring in my step.xxx

Pauline said...

Sometimes there's just no good news, eh? Sorry to hear of your trials, and GOM's and the neighbors'. Will keep you in happy thoughts and hope it helps some.

Catalyst said...

Courage, Meggie.

Warty Mammal said...

Dear god. You wrote about it so engagingly - what a farce of a doctor's visit! - but it sounds nightmarish.

Wishing the best for you and the GOM!

VioletSky said...

What a nightmare you are all in.
Grit your teeth and smile.

Kathy's Klothesline said...

I am holding you close in my prayers and thoughts. I hope that GOM will be breathing easier soon. Stay strong and forget the house work!

ancient one said...

Sometimes bad news comes in bunches...I hope GOM will be better soon ... Antibotics, in themselves, can make people feel bad... I'm sure NN will soon be on the roller coaster of treatments... I hope he will get better... Meggie, I have been looking after mom.. I have decided, I don't care how the house looks...I'm doing all I can ... and that's all I can do.. A therapist came this week to help her with her balance.. she's still wobbly when she walks... but at least she is getting around.. I see improvement every day...I don't have a dog ;) but see so many things in common that we have. Hang in and remember to take care of Meggy..

Marja said...

Poor GOM I hope the antibiotics will kick in soon. Good that he has an angel like you around. Crazy that you have to wait 2 hours by the doctor being sick In holland in the past doctors always came to your house when you were very sick. Times don't get better. Send you my blessing and take care Meggie

Laurie said...

I do hope things pick up for you all..you are in my prayers and thoughts...sometimes I just don't realise how lucky I am. Till you read others trails and tribulations

Hugs Laurie

Molly said...

So sorry to hear of all the troubles you're having Meg! Hope your patients [the two, and the four legged variety!] will not be too demanding so you can get some rest. How decrepit do you have to be before you are forced to retire? That doc sounds like more of a hazard than a help!

Rosie said...

best wishes from me my love, you are really going through it arent you...

The Sagittarian said...

Good news about your neighbours, I guess the light at the end of the tunnel ain't always the train eh?
Best wishes to you and yours.

Cathi said...

Oh, my -- what a tale! Why on earth isn't the doctor made to retire? How are patients supposed to follow his recommendations if they cannot hear him?
I hope things get better for you soon!

Isabelle said...

Oh dear, poor you and GOM and Mr and Mrs NN. Hope things improve for you very soon.

Christine Thresh said...

Your writing style brought this black comedy to life. The wispering doctor and the shouting Meggie -- I can picture the whole scene.
You are a wonder.

Ian Lidster said...

You've been having a rotten time. My thoughts go with you.

Kitty said...

The trouble with black comedies is that the blackness can get a bit TOO black. Hang on in there Meggie - you are in our thoughts and prayers. x

Q said...

I do hope you have healed from the toe clipping adventure and GOM is feeling better. I would love to send a cool down for you and a warm up for me. I am looking towards spring. Perhaps all will settle for you soon.
Sherry

catsmum said...

healing thoughts in the direction of the GOM
now as to the toe clipping - try wrestling with goats who each weigh between 70 and 90 kilos !!!

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