A few of the questions I have from the last few weeks *

*Some I’ve found answers for, some are hypothetical and some…we’ll just never know. 🤷‍♀️

  • Why do you have to fight for a medical person to see your Dad and then three turn up at once?  (Ok, three in 8 days, but you get the idea) Buses and all that.
  • Why don’t people understand that juggling appointments can be tricky when you have two parents with complex health needs, your own family, a business to run and don’t live next door?

(I was asked ‘Do you actually want us to see your Dad?’ when I said that we couldn’t do the next two weeks due to other appointments)

  • Why does only one medical person I’ve asked the very direct question: ‘But if we call an ambulance, and he has a ReSPECT form asking not to go to hospital in any circumstances, wont we be wasting everyones time?’ to, know the actual answer?

(The actual answer is that you call 999 , ask them to refer to the patients ReSPECT form which is on the system, and request that the Home Treatment Team to come out urgently, not the paramedics in an ambulance.)

  • Why is liquid morphine dispensed in a bottle with no way to measure dosage when you are told that accurate dosage is really quite important?

(Syringes may or may not have arrived from Amazon yesterday.  Sister 1 is arriving with an old Calpol syringe today to cover all bases and be on standby to call 999 should the first dose go tits up.  Sister 1 has also been  briefed on the answer above verbally and in writing)

  • Why, when you ask if a shop has wheel chair access, so they think that ‘that door has a ramp’ is a helpful answer when there is a the small issue of a step at the top of the ramp?  Especially when it’s too big for even Sister 2 to bump the wheel chair over, and she is strong.

 

  • Why did Mum insist on calling me ‘Audrey’ last Tuesday morning?  She’s never known an Audrey as far as we know.

 

  • And why did we move so fast to me being ‘Shirley’? (At least she knows one of them, even is she is as dainty as I am sturdy…)

 

  • Why did Mum hide her boob in the desk in her room? (False one after mastectomy decades ago.  We’ve not got as far as attempting to hid the attached one. Yet.)

 

  • Why, when I buy the same number of bananas each week do we sometimes have half left on Friday morning and sometimes the whole lot has gone by mid afternoon on a Tuesday?

 

  • How are (mostly) Mr R and Stepson 2 getting through 2kg of Alpen a week?…

 

  • …And how is our toilet still intact?

 

  • Why are people who use purple poo bags more likely to leave their filled bags anywhere that isn’t a poo bin than those with other coloured bags?

 

  • Why does my brain crank up into ‘let’s think through All The Things and all the scenarios of All The Things, and all the things you need to do to address each scenario in All The Things’ as soon as I get into bed, more than ready to sleep?

 

  • Do dogs ever have busy minds?

(I suspect not):

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