Sunday 11-7-10: desperate aspirin

“Wait a minute, let’s open the curtains,” said the Old Man when I phoned him at 07:46.
I told him to find the deep box.
“Do you mean ‘desperate aspirin’?” asked the Old Man, before I knew that he’d found the deep box. I wanted to see to the lansoprazole first.

“Do you want the deep…?”
“Dísperal aspirin.” I told him to get one out. He found it, I heard him stirring — twice — and he drank it.
“Limsóprazole.”
“Simsóprazole.”
It became clear that he was looking in one of the other boxes.
“Lansoprazole? I’ve got it.”
Then he said he couldn’t find it. And then:
“I’ve got it in my hand.” — he was referring to the package of lansoprazole.
“A brown-and-white pill,” said the Old Man.
He swallowed the capsule.
I told the Old Man to repack the deep box. I signed off at 08:10.

At 08:40 I told the Old Man to find the sandwich-box — and I described it.
“I don’t get you,” he said. Eventually he understood.
He was looking for the Normulen package in the deep box.
“Mórbulen.” But when I mentioned half tablets, it seemed to click.
He found and swallowed his gliclazide and bendroflumethiazide. We moved on to amlodipine.
“I’ve got a white pink [sic].”
He found and swallowed the amlodipine — or I think he did.
For levothyroxine, he offered bendroflumethiazide.
He found the ferrous sulphate, so as per yesterday, I got him to swallow one. Also as per yesterday, he didn’t find the levothyroxine. When I pointed this out, the Old Man’s response was:
“Well, I didn’t find it today, either.”
He could not at first find the co-codamol, but then he did find one. I got him to swallow it, reckoning that he could have another after lunch — but I didn’t tell him that. (As there was no reply when I phoned the Old Man at lunchtime, he never did take the second co-codamol.)
I signed off at 09:08.

It was not until 15:39 that I was next able to make contact with the Old Man. He said that he hadn’t been anywhere. His water-bottle was empty, so I sent him off to fill it. I called back to make sure that he’d drunk some water.

When I phoned at 20:22, the Old Man sounded a bit faint.
I told him to find the blue-top and red-top bottles; at first he selected the deep box, but then he found the bottles and swallowed a cod-liver-oil capsule and a multivitamin.
He found the evening box after a few minutes.
“Silvastatin.” I asked what colour it was.
“Blue.” — he meant the package, I had meant the tablet.
He swallowed the simvastatin. He also had a white tablet (another simvastatin?), which I told him to put back into the evening box, loose.
“Codamol.” He found the co-codamol and swallowed one.
I signed off at 20:42.
I called again at 21:20, to say goodnight. “It’s Monday tomorrow,” I told the Old Man.
“Staying how long?” he replied. He thought I was coming to see him.

[Original posting 11 July 2011]

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