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I love your reply. :chuckle It's frightening though when you have to give meds, or do procedures. Something like Viagra given to an 85yo female, or Premarin to a man.
When I was discharged from the ER at a local hospital yesterday, my discharge orders were to place an ace bandage on my limb tid, and keep it elevated, and resume my current meds. I was taken there for pain control R/T post thrombotic syndrome.
FranEMTnurse, CNA, LPN, EMT-I
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Just a line to say I'm living, that I'm not among the dead,
though I'm getting more forgetful and mixed up in my head.
I got used to my arthritis, to my dentures I'm resigned.
I can manage my bifocals, but God, I miss my mind.
For sometimes I can't remember when I stand at the foot of the stairs,
if I must go up for something or have I just come down from there.
And, before the fridge so often, my poor mind is filled with doubt,
have I just put food away, or have I come to take some out?
And, there are times when it is dark, with my nightcap on my head,
I don't know if I'm retiring or just getting out of bed.
Oh if only I could get the bats out of my head.