As of 2:30 pm Sunday, David has been firmly ensconced in our home. We had a brief scare this morning when his blood pressure fell to 100/52 and the nurse said he could not leave the hospital until his blood pressure improved. You might remember that David was supposed to leave on August 1. But his physical therapist nixed the idea, because David was so wobbly and unsteady on his feet. Altogether, he spent three nights in the hospital. He was released after lunch when his BP improved.
I can’t tell you how much Maria has been such a big help to her mom and dad. Yesterday, she assembled the toilet hand rails, which look really good. I think I’ll order another one for the master toilet, as they will always benefit aging folks like us who need support getting up from the “throne.”
Today, she bought two cushions to raise David’s seat on the sofa so he could get up easily. He chose the large, thick one, and she will return the smaller one to the store.
Then, she picked me up and drove David’s Camry to the hospital. After he was discharged, we drove directly to the pharmacy to have his five prescriptions filled immediately. One of them is a narcotic (oxycodone), which he has to take for pain. This means he is not allowed to drive as long as he is taking narcotics. He must not be arrested for DUI.
Tomorrow, I hope he can fit his long legs into my Hyundai sub-compact. I will have to drive him to physical therapy three times per week for six weeks.