Monday, July 20, 2009


I'm having a real problem with drugs these days. I have to take them to keep myself one step ahead of crying because of the pain, but when I take them, I'm no longer bound to this spot on the planet. OK, maybe that's not a real problem; I've discovered some interesting places in my travels.

But what does bother me is the complexity of my pharmaceutical stew. It's about 8 drugs and many elders have to deal with a lot more than that. My wife and I are fairly bright. She was an office manager and I retired after a successful career. So why did I have to create a spreadsheet to cover the times and doses for just 8 drugs? And you do this without any help. At the hospital door, they wish you good luck and that is that. And the first day on my own, I managed to double dose myself more than once. Why? Because I'm on drugs! Duh!

Things are better now on the 6th day post op and I'm almost into a routine, but what of those elders that are sent home without the help they need to administer the small pharmacy that was handed to them at the hospital door?

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