Independence suddenly reins, and you no longer go into the room with the parent at the doctors office. Nothing better you think than being cut-out. You think less responsibility, more of the parent taking on the responsibility of themselves and breathe a sigh of extra freedom. And, nobody says that that is a bad thing for either party. Wrong!
Suddenly the medication – the pharmacology prescribed by the MD, that you pick up at the pharmacy, only has the Pharmacist to ask questions of. You – yourself, have used this drug, and know that’s it’s a serious one in the categories of weak to serious. You do list the current medication, and they tell you the computer looks out for interactions. Ok. You ask about their age, and their current drugs and any known side effects. None, but take with food, and minor items. Ok.
Not okay. Next morning, you have side effects to clean up after. There an incontinence mess, or vomiting mess, or a dementia mess, or an arguably factor that has arisen. The parent won’t eat and suddenly you know that independence you were hoping would pan out, just went flat.
The work is now yours; the mess is not serious enough to call the MD or is it? Thinking alone, as you clean-up the parent, clean up the floor, the bed, the kitchen. Make food that gets only nasty comments. Run the washer and the dryer, and miss a day of work – again. The head scratching continues to think, ‘this is medicine? This re-action will make someone better?” As the work begins all over again.
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