When I phoned at 07:30, there was no response from the Old Man.
He answered the phone at 07:39, and said he had been upstairs.
He found the dispersible aspirin, but had difficulty opening the bubble-pack — in which, he said, there was only one tablet left. I made the suggestion that he should run his fingernail round the foil side of the bubble.
“You come and get it,” he suggested — i.e. get the dispersible aspirin out of the bubble-pack. I told him not to be silly.
He was going to use the end of the teaspoon-handle to cut through the foil.
When I called back at 07:58, he still had not opened the bubble-pack.
“I’ve got a big…” — it seemed that he meant he had another bubble-pack.
“Come on!” he urged. I replied that the boot was on the other foot.
Finally he got the dispersible aspirin out — I think. He dissolved it and drank it.
The Old Man was aware it was Thursday, i.e. the day for going to the lunch-club. We moved on to the Normulen package.
He found it, and took a half-tablet of gliclazide.
“Have you had your breakfast?” he asked. I said yes.
“I haven’t.” I told him that was just too bad.
He found the amlodipine and levothyroxine, and he swallowed a tablet of each.
The Old Man sounded more alert now. Perhaps he hadn’t properly woken up before 08:00.
He found the co-codamol, and swallowed two tablets.
I told him to drink plenty of water during the day.
Our phone-call ended at 08:15.
I phoned the Old Man early in the evening, and then at 20:09 for his evening medication session. The Old Man drank some water before we started with his tablets. This was his idea! He had sounded torpid, but soon perked up after drinking the water.
We started with the blue-top and red-top bottles. I thought he might be trying to tell me that one of the bottles was empty, but not so.
“It says ‘Healthy’ on red.”
He swallowed a cod-liver-oil capsule and a multivitamin.
“I’ve clamped up on red and blue.” — i.e. he’d closed the blue-top and red-top bottles.
I told him to find the “evening” box with the blue dots, but a few moments later:
“Is that it?” — i.e. had we finished.
The Old Man found the simvastatin, and swallowed a tablet of it at my second prompting.
He couldn’t find the ferrous sulphate.
“Co-codáminol.” — he read this off the packaging. He swallowed 2x co-codamol.
The Old Man told me he hadn’t been picked up for lunch, and that the previous week, the minibus-driver had told him the lunch-club was coming to an end. [For the summer, presumably.] This was the first I’d heard of any of this. I told the Old Man I’d look into it.
“You’ll have to get listening [sic],” the Old Man replied.
Our phone-call ended at 20:30.
[Original posting 1 July 2011]