Arg!!

Oh lordy!

The arguemnts I have with Father about managing his diabetes!!!

He's been diabetic for over 15 years and he still doesn't remember what pills he takes! Standard response?

"Wait. I'll ask your mother..." :stone

Oh lordy!

The arguemnts I have with Father about managing his diabetes!!!

He's been diabetic for over 15 years and he still doesn't remember what pills he takes! Standard response?

"Wait. I'll ask your mother..." :stone

I truly think that a higher power has inflicted these events upon us as payback for the years of torment we caused our parents...

My own father, on his last hospital admission, said his heart was fine, and that he has never had any heart problems. However, I recalled that he had said once he was in the hospital because his heart "was going too fast". I found an ancient bottle of dig in his apartment which apparently hadn't been touched since the Crimean war.

When he got hooked up to tele, he was in classic atrial flutter, with about a 3:1 ratio, HR at 70. Sigh.

Good luck to you all with the elderly parents!

Oldiebutgoodie

My mom's the same way. I figured one of my sibs that lives close to her had taken her out for mother's day a few years ago. So I call and leave a message on her cell, happy mother's day etc. Next day I try to call again-she finally answers the phone, we have an entire conversation then I notice she sounds puny-asked her if she had the flu. Her response yeah but I feel better now, love you, bye OhbythewayIgotapacemakeryesterday CLICK.

Well, Dad knows his meds... and now that he's got mad skillz on the interwebs, he knows too much at times.

He called last year and told me he thought he had that mice disease.

"Mice disease?"

"Yeah. That virus you get from mice and rats that kills you. Think I should go to the doctor?"

Seems he was cleaning out his boat, and found a mouse nest.

He goes on describing the symptoms of hanta virus, and says he thinks he has it. Fever, cough, chest congestion, etc.

Then (in another offhand, "oh by the way" moment) he tells me the reason he cleaned the nest out was that he decided to go out fishing. Catches a fish or two, and as he is trying the restart the boat motor to come back in, he stands up to get leverage--- and flips over backwards into the water.

"Boy I musta drank half that lake! Haha! I was sputtering and hanging on to the side of the boat. Good thing someone happened to see me fall off!"

"Uh, Dad? Do you think that falling into the lake and nearly drowning yourself might possibly be the cause of your symptoms?"

"I think it's that mouse virus."

He went to his primary and his ENT. They both told him he didn't have the "mice disease", but to this day he believes he did...

EG, your Dad is a hoot!

That he is. He just got his computer a couple of years ago, and my daughter showed him how to use The Google.

I told her I was going to kick her tail for that :stone

Hee hee...mad skillz on the interwebs:lol2:...how to use the Google:roll...mice disease!!! :rotfl: Your dad sounds like a card, and your posts, though I know you're frustrated, are really funny, Emmanuel!:chuckle

Many years ago I let my husband manuver me into position of being the one responsible for his health. Have never been able to break the pattern. He voices complaints, even ask for advice, has a fit when I give advice, says "no, no, no". Sooner or later he will end up doing as I advised. If things don't go well it is my fault. When will I learn to say, "well what are you going to do about it" when he complains about a health issue. If he trys again to push the responsibility on to me I should say "your problem not mine" and walk away. There seems to be somesort of co dependency going on with him and me. He makes me responsible for his health and I like it because it makes me feel involved with his life. PS Let us know how your dad is, hope everything is fine.

Me too...

I didn't tell him they might admit him if his levels were high. He probably wouldn't have agreed to go in if I'd done so.

He said he would call as soon as he got back home; nothing yet, so I'm going to go ahead and call the hospital to see if he's still there.

Well, the ER doc drew a dig level and it wasn't high. Gave Dad a script for Atarax and told him to stop the dig.

I went to see him today; the horrible, weird, itchy rash was gone, and his vision was back to normal. He said everything pretty much went back to baseline 48 hours after his last dose; just a bit of residual redness on his hand this morning. By this evening it was clear.

He's seeing the cardiologist this week, and I told him to make SURE he tells this guy he's allergic to dig. Strange reaction; not sure I've ever seen someone react that way without being dig toxic.

Emmanuel, your dad sounds just like my Grandma. She was an RN for 40 years, and she wouldn't go to the doctor. Her reasoning was she didn't want her Medicare rates to go up. Once she was in CHF and called my Mom's house. I answered the phone and she said "I can't breathe". I said to her, Gram, call 911, don't call here first. Then I hung up and ran out the door like Maria Andretti with her rear end on fire, driving to Grandma's house to make sure she did call 911 and to ride with her in the ambulance. After she got discharged, she wouldn't take her Lasix "Because it makes me pee too much". I'm looking at her with the deer in the headlight look and saying "Gram, that's what Lasix is supposed to do". The funny thing is, as an RN, she didn't trust doctors and had a home remedy for just about everything. I miss her so much some days....