Nothing is ever speedy, when it comes to Dennis. Today was catheter changing day at the doctor's office. The appointment was for 1:00 and we were prepared to leave at 12:30. Even though the office is only 10 minutes away, getting Dennis in and out of the car takes a while. All was well, until, the Miralax kicked in.
As I have mentioned before, one of the automatic systems that has shut down is pooping. That's where Miralax enters our lives. It works adequately, but it also works at inconvenient times. Today, it started working on the system just at the time we were set to leave the house.
We were 30 minutes behind, but the nurses there are unfailingly understanding. I imagine you get used to this sort of thing in the urology department of a hospital. He was taken in almost immediately, and returned about 20 minutes later. We made an appointment for next month, started wheeling and walking out, when Dennis began to feel woozy. Consequently, it was back into the office and laying down with the blood pressure monitor on his arm. We were off, once again, 30 minutes later.
He wanted to have some links taken out of the latest watch he had bought for himself for his 60th birthday. We drove down to the shopping area near us, when the Miralax came through for a second time. We stopped in a restaurant, and I had a beer as Dennis disappeared into the men's room for the next 60 minutes. We left the restaurant only to stop in the next place down the line for another 45 minutes. W finally returned home, from a 30 minute appointment, 5 hours later.
It seems these days, I am given so very many opportunities to practice my patience. Aren't I one lucky gal?
Until tomorrow,
Ann and Dennis
Living with Parkinson's, Multiple System Atrophy, Shy-Drager and tons of patience
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