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I'll preface to say I'm not looking for advice, just venting.
Dad calls tonight, and says "I've just got a question for you."
Uh oh. That never bodes well... (keep in mind I'm 350 miles away)
He tells me he has been miserable with a sinus infection, etc., and goes to his doc who gives him amoxicillin even though Dad tells him he is allergic to penicillin because "that was 30 years ago".
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Dad says, "I've got this rash all over me."
He lives alone in the middle of nowhere, there's no way I'm going to tell him to pop a benadryl and forget about it... So I say "Go to the ER."
He argues. ER is busy. It's probably nothing. Yada yada. And by the way, what could they do anyway?
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I tell him it might not be anything serious, or it could progress. He should go to the ER and have them evaluate the reaction and treat it. He asks what they treat it with. I said probably some benadryl and maybe some steroids. Well that gets him off on another tangent--- "I don't like the idea of having to take steroids. I don't want to catch diabetes."
"Dad, I don't think you're going to develop diabetes with a single dose of steroids to treat an allergic reaction."
"Oooookaaaay. If you say so...."
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Then he says "oh by the way".
Uh oh again...
"I was awakened last week with my heart skipping around and couldn't get back to sleep. So I went to the doc and he gave me...uh, hang on...what's the name... digoxin."
WHAT?!
"He said my heart was going 150 beats a minute and that was too fast."
WHAT?!
"But the medicine fixed it. I guess I'm alright now. This morning my pulse was 50."
WHAT?!
"Dad, did you get a consult to see a cardiologist?"
"Do you think I need to see one?"
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"Anyway, that is why he had to give me the amoxicillin even if I'm allergic because there is nothing else I can take while I'm on digoxin."
"Ooo... I seem to be getting redder. Oooo... there's blotches all over my neck! And a big strawberry looking thing under my arm. Wonder what that means?"
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"Dad, go to the ER. Now."
"*sigh* Ok. But I bet it's nothing."
Now I know what will happen. The ER doc will tell him it's not a big deal, give him a benadryl that he "could have taken at home" and then Dad will call me back angry because I "forced" him to go to the hospital "in the middle of the night."
I can't win lol...