Today, I took my aunt to the doctor again. Just one this time, the one hard of hearing. So, there was not much crosstalk like last time. The take-home lesson of today was this: If you have diabetes, and are on medication, you must make sure you eat something every couple of hours, so that you don’t become hypoglycemic like my aunt had become.
Talking of medical advice, another oldie in my family called me frantically last night and was hysteric “my random blood sugar is 150, am I going to die”? I don’t know why my aged relatives think I am a doctor of medicine, they make a beeline to me when they have a medical panic situation, but for this one I had an answer “if you are so keen on dying, why don’t you come here and I will pack you off? 150 is ok for your age,so stop freaking out”. She was offended that I was nonchalant about her fear and that I did not fall on her shoulders and cry “oh my darling, I won’t let you die”, but when she told her doctor about her 150 and he pooh-poohed it as well, adding “you are such a hypochondriac”, she forgave me for my reaction.
Interacting with so many oldies is teaching me a lot of lessons:
- Hypochondria is a nuisance.
- Always be economically independent: while I am only happy to be able to support my aunt’s medical needs, she feels uncomfortable to be dependent on me and my cousin financially. I hope I never have to experience that.
- Organize a paid support system for emergencies – I had set up a geriatric home visit system for my grandmother for the past five years, and it was very helpful. The aunt and the other oldie with blood sugar of 150 refuse to avail of such services because it makes them look old and helpless. I can only roll my eyes at them.
- Talk less. Senility, coupled with a loose-cannon mouth can be damaging.
But who knows what my old age has in store for me?
I had a meeting with a client today at her lab, to better understand her research in order to write a report for her group. It made me briefly wistful about not going out to work. I lay down and the feeling went away.
I wrote my weekly article for another client on social media. I wrote about a thousand words in half an hour, and actually liked the article – it seemed logical, had a lot of interesting facts and reads well. Its rare that an article I wrote in one sitting comes out good. Endorphins, yay !
Someway along the day, I had the following conversation with the kid. I had to leave the kid alone at home for a couple of hours as I took my aunt to the doctor.
Me: See, you are going to be alone at home. Be responsible. Perhaps you can assume this is the house you have set up…so maybe, clean it up, etc.
Kid: You wish. If this were the house I set up, it would not be so boring. It would be decorated all funky.
Me: Then assume that it is your funkily decorated house, and clean it.
Kid: I can assume that it is funkily decorated, if you can assume that the house is clean already.
I hate to say it, but Touché, my girl.
I hate to ingest medication of any kind, but looks like I cannot give the ol’ acetaminophen a miss today, a migraine looms large, and I have a dinner guest tonight.