It's been two weeks since the doctor required Rob to stop driving for a month until they could do further testing. Which also meant he could not work.
He is still early stages, and so far, has taken it really well. But then yesterday he was furious with me!
I have driven him anywhere he wanted to go. He lost the nose piece on his glasses on Sunday, so I took him to glasses store to get it fixed, but it was already closed.
I said I would take him on Monday, but lately I have been getting only 2-3 hours sleep, and by Monday afternoon, I had a blinding headache, I could barely see.
He asked if I would take him to the glasses store, I told him about my headache, but that if I felt better after taking some Tylenol - I would take him.
I ended up falling asleep, something I never do during the day, and slept past the store closing.
I apologized when I woke up and said I would take him the next day.
Well, he got up the next day furious at me.
When I asked him what was wrong, he said, "Nothing! I am just going to do some errands myself, since you are so-o busy. " That we were supposed to go yesterday, but I didn't take him.
I reminded him he could not drive, so he yelled he would just walk then!
I reminded him that I had a really bad headache yesterday, but that I would take him anywhere he wanted to go now.
He grumbled for a while, but finally conceded that I was allowed to have a bad day.
He had a whole list of things he wanted to do, so we were out most of the day.
His last thing was to drop off a birthday card for his brother, and we stayed to visit. I got a glimpse of my future, with his brother's wife having had several strokes, now in a hospital bed in their living room, unable to stand or care for herself, hallucinating - and his brother looking exhausted, despite having lots of help thru family and PSWs.
Rob's appointment with the memory clinic is tomorrow, for more extensive tests - I am dreading the results, and if they tell him they will be taking away his license permanently.
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