27th April 2010 - second post.
John came home from collecting his prescription with a carrier bag FULL of meds - mostly for his sore mouth and throat. So MANY!
Apparently he had to chase all over the hospital to get the doctor to put the prescription right, even though he was told to collect the meds at 4pm. I was furious. Isn't it enough that he has to put up with this awful disease without having to chase up somebody else's mistakes?
Then we realised that the doctor hadn't included the anti-biotic cream she'd promised for his sore and spotty nose.
She did seem to be in a bit of a hurry when we saw her and I suppose to her John is just another patient. She was probably more interested in getting away for her lunchbreak than making sure everything was in order.
So, we're worked out another chart setting out the meds and dosages and it covers a whole page now. He was so disheartened that he talked about giving up. It looks like he will be all day figuring out when to take what. Some are three times a day, some four, some before food, some after - it's enough to give you a headache.
I told him that we would get through it together and nothing else is more important than him and making him feel better.
He's exhausted, poor love, and is fast asleep on the sofa right now. It's gone 11pm so I will wake him up when I've finished this, make him a cup of tea and tuck him up in bed. We'll face that new chart starting from tomorrow.
