Saturday, August 1, 2020–It’s hard to accept that we’re 3/4th through this year, but it’s true. Time is really fascinating. The same 24 hour day that I live through now vs. the 24 hours I used to live through seem to be unequal as all get out. I wonder what alters our sense of time to make our days go faster, the older we get? Time to slow down and smell those roses!
Robert’s on a second medication for his Alzheimer’s and seems to be tolerating it well. Next week, we’ll bump the dosage up and he’ll take one twice a day opposed to once each evening as it is now. He had a bit of a problem (once more) with his evening meds the other night. When he went to take them, the slot was empty, but the morning pills were still there. Apparently, he’d taken the evening pills in the morning, rather than the morning ones. I could see a time when I’d have to take a tighter rein on his medications.
Meanwhile, I had a bit of a taste of forgetfulness when I went for my primary doctor’s appointment on Thursday. The dr. came into the exam room and I didn’t recognize him at all. I asked him if I wasn’t going to see the primary doctor, presuming him to be a physician’s assistant, rather than the doctor. He laughed and said he was in fact, the doctor, and had been since receiving his degree. I was disconcerted and a bit embarrassed, but afterwards, I realized I’d really only ever seen him in person one time this year and he was masked to the hilt, with full protective gear on. The other times I’d been ‘seen’ was via a phone conference and one visit to his office where I was seen by his nurse practitioner. Looking at it that way, over an 8 month period, only having seen him in person one time, didn’t make it all that bad.
I received a call from my long-arm quilting friend who announced that she’d finished my two quilts and I could pick them up at any time. I had another one ready to be dropped off, so that was good. She didn’t want to charge me for her efforts, but I insisted. The quilts we make together will go to the local hospital, where they will be given to those in need.
I do wish this heat spell would end. I’ve said it before–I don’t ‘do’ heat well at all. There was a bit of conflict last night when Robert got ready for bed. I’d shut the a/c off earlier because we had an a/c power shut-down (we allow the utility to shut down our a/c when they need more power and we receive a healthy discount on our electric bill in turn). I can’t sleep in warm weather, and as I went to turn the a/c back on, Robert turned it back off and went into the bedroom and opened up the windows. I didn’t argue, I just said if he was going to open the windows, I’d leave the a/c off and stay up for a bit. I wound up going downstairs where it was a good 15 deg. cooler (probably more, but who’s counting?) sat in a chair and read my Kindle until I nodded off. It was just 11:30 p.m. as I trudged back up the stairs. I took my evening pills, shut my office down, and headed for the bedroom. I stopped by the thermostat and checked the temperature–82 deg. and I knew I wasn’t going to be sleeping at that temperature, so I went ahead and turned on the a/c. I went into the bedroom and quietly shut the windows. I laid in bed for the better part of an hour, trying to sleep and finally adjourned to the couch in the living room. At least I have options for seeking a cool place to sleep; many others don’t and I’m more than grateful for what I have in my life.
Be safe, take care of yourself and those you love. Remember to tell those you love that you love them.