I just got home about an hour ago after spending the afternoon in the doctor's office with my parents. My dad called me last night, irritable and unwell. He said that his right leg, the side that was affected by his stroke, was acting up, feeling like, in his words, it wasn't his leg at all or wasn't there. It was dragging behind him. And it bothered him at night. His bladder was also feeling pressure, even though he's catherized. So knowing that he has had an infection just about every month since he had the foley put in and that it might be another stroke, I called the doctor's office, though it was already about 5:00 PM, and made an appointment for today with the nurse practitioner.
I picked them up at the Center in Orange, and sure enough, dad's leg was dragging along behind him. He was slower than usual, and looked pained. And, it turned out, he had very high blood pressure, although his caregiver said that this morning it was perfect.
So we had to sit for hours in the doctor's office awaiting the results of his blood tests, which the nurse practitioner was almost sure would show a bladder infection. There was nothing definite, but something seemed up, some kind of infection, so she gave him a prescription, and sent us home. It was 5:00 by then. We were freezing, tired, hungry, and bored, and I had yet to pick up the prescription and drive them home.
I was supposed to sing tonight in synagogue, but needless to say, I didn't make it.