Thursday, April 29, 2010

I've been Buffalo'd

Dolly has been getting car sick consistantly the last couple of months. I guess being confined to a wheel chair can do a number on your equalibrium which would make jerky car movements quite nauseating. I keep a 'puke bucket' in my car complete with a roll of paper towel and some plastic grocery bags for disposal. The thing is, she wants to go out so bad and so often that she ignores the sickness until its too late. I end up having to ask her continuously if she feels ok. She lies, as she does, so my intuition plays a key roll in getting the bucket under her in time.

A couple of days ago she told me that she could take Dramamine for the motion sickness. I thought that was a brilliant idea. I told her to ask her nurse if it was okay to take. She said they said it was. I planned to take her out to dinner tomorrow night, and told her I would get her some. I told her that she would have to take it 1/2 to 1 hour before I picked her up and that I was on my way to get it for her because I didn't know when I could drop it off tomorrow. She called me two minutes after we got off the phone to say that she needed to take it 1 hour before I pick her up. Ok. Good.

When I arrived tonight, I went to the nurse and asked if he needed to keep the Dramamine, or if I could leave it in her room. He didn't know anything about it, and insisted he call her doctor to see if it was okay. Any medication needed to be logged in her medication log. Well, sadly, I arrived just after 5pm and the doctor on call was not her doctor. We are awaiting an approval.

Moral of the story:
Don't always believe the words of someone who wants to puke in your car.

So, now we are forced to eat at a mediocre restaurant because there isn't a great selection to choose from within a one mile radius.

Another moral of the story:
Dolly says things in the hopes that they will come true. Not necessarily because they are already true. Keep that in mind when you talk to her.