This February day lent us a touch of springtime charms. Wind, dark clouds, rain, and a brief bit of sunshine brought out the weather watcher in me. The umbrella and a lighter coat found their way out of my closet as well.
So, what's next? Fact is old man winter has a few more blasts of cold air and a mixed bag of precipitation to send our way before we hear the birds of springtime burst into their happy songs again. We'll be stuck with the hum- drum music of those black crows and blue jays for now. A few other birds may join them, but; our ears tell us that does not sound as melodious and so sweet.
Recently I visited a well - known and widely used pharmacy. My mission was to obtain the prescribed pain medication and other supplies for Paul during the time he was in out- patient recovery. The lady at the window checked my ID and after what seemed like forever, the unfriendly employee thrust two brown paper bags behind the pick-up door. I took possession.
I placed them in my purse and headed back toward the elevator and Paul's room. With so much going on, my grandson and I focused our attentions toward the patient. I didn't look at the contents of the sacks until that evening when it was apparent Paul needed something to ease the pain he was experiencing in the aftermath of the surgery involving his arm. I was surprised to find some of the medication was prescribed for another patient, a Mr. Souders. It is very possible that, if; I had not read the labeling on that bottle of another man's heart-medication before handing Paul his usual nighttime pills plus, the mix could have been worse than a bitter batch.
Why am I telling you this? It is very important to read the labels before you take any medication. Check the contents of your purchase at the source. Never take a medication that doesn't belong to you and you even from well meaning friends and relatives. Take no more than the dose prescribed and don't hesitate to tell your health care provider any and all side effects you experience. Don't overdose. If you don't have a pill organizer and can't remember if you took your pills with that glass of water sitting on the counter, wait until next time.
If all of the aforementioned doesn't mess with your mind don't be afraid to ask a responsible person to help you.
How do I know about this? For years I was a caregiver to several of my aged loved ones. One lady saved out-dated medications prescribed by three different doctors. One day, she misused some of those pills. Lucky for her a member of the church came to her house that day. Thelma didn't come to the door when her life long friend knocked. Sylvia entered the unlocked door. She found my mother's eldest sister lying in a fetal position on the bed. The frail senior could not respond to her call because she was unconscious. Sylvia called for help. On the night- stand, nearby her bed, sat a half-empty glass of water and two or three open and out-dated prescription bottles bearing two of the doctor's names. Some pills were scattered thereabouts of her single bed.
Clearly my aunt needed professional help then and thereafter. I saw to it. Thelma lived ten years after that near fatal mistake, and; I am grateful that she did.
My mother suffered from a mental illness during her golden years. Her pills were kept high on a shelf. She didn't seem to mind pill time.
For years, my dad believed in home remedies to cure his ills. Vicks salve and a shot of strong whiskey, taken from a bottle hidden beneath the flour bin in the Hoosier cabinet, Smith Brother's cough drops and a ready pile of handkerchiefs took care of the cold or worse, influenza.
Ivy Dry took care of sumac, poison ivy, and oak. Rubbing alcohol worked well as a cure-all for everything else and momentarily put a spring in his step, every time it was applied.
Then one day late into my father's life a salesman sold him on a bottle of tonic developed and manufactured in a laboratory in Canada. The salesman claimed it would to energize him. It was said to be full of vitamins and minerals and more. He theorized that a few spoons filled with the white mixture would do more for him than a drink from the fountain of youth. Dad bought a few cases at wholesale price and became a distributor. He loved the stuff, drank and drank it, like cool spring water, and encouraged the family, friends, and customers alike to give it a try. Some did; I declined and drank Kool-ade or coffee instead!
Don't think for a minute that medicine men are a dying breed.
One day, in 1993 Dad was diagnosed with Non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma. Home remedies would no longer help him. Some of the strongest and best cancer fighting medicine known to man, at that time, ran through his veins. The medical team responsible for his care could not have been more concerned with his case.
Pills, an occasional sip of that white tonic and a wealth of tender loving care wasn't enough to save him either.
Now I only look after Paul and me. Keeping us properly medicated these days requires a clear mind. I am keeping my fingers crossed. So far I think that I am still working with a full deck. But, I'm not sure and I dare not ask Paul about that.
Thanks to the folks who sent me valentines and other cards last week. I needed those arrows. They reached my heart!
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