I fortified myself with a couple of glasses of wine and then called my mother. Because I don't want DCF at my door, accusing me of neglect of my elderly parent. She's fine. She felt just fine today, no dizziness at all. She stopped taking the fancy cholesterol medication that IMHO she doesn't really need, (but she's 80 and By God she should be on SOME kind of medication by now, dammit! There is private insurance to be billed!)
She's fine now. Did she call her doctor? Of course not. She says she'll call him tomorrow. Okay, whatever. I pointed out (for the umpteenth time) that she has nothing in particular wrong with her, the meds she's on are to improve her overall health, not fix anything that is broken because she's insanely healthy for 80 years old, and if they aren't improving her, quit taking the damn things and tell the doctor why. This isn't blood pressure or heart or diabetes meds, she has not been diagnosed with anything, and stopping that medication will do NO immediate harm. Go see the doctor and get something else. She does not have heart disease or any other serious condition, and she doesn't need to have flawless bloodwork if the trade-off is hysterical phonecalls or a bona fide dizzy spell and a fall and a broken hip.
And of course it's impossible to tell if she really was dizzy or if she worked herself up into a state over a brief moment of something. She talked to four different people at length yesterday, including me twice, and she was fine until she called me with the Drama Story. So I'm inclined to believe a momentary light-headedness such as we all have for one reason or another was worked up into full-scale attention-getting mode, but if the meds caused the light-headedness, quit taking the goddamn things. And call the doctor, because I am still not a doctor.
In the non-sigh of despair department, Girlchild gave me the loveliest white gold twisty earrings and a lovely pendant with concentric circles of white gold and tiny diamonds, and a low-v-necked very soft purple sweater that I am so wearing tomorrow, because the weather has turned cool since the front came through.
More substantive stuff tomorrow. Tonight my brain is full of shiny things and fluff and wine. Tomorrow I must work.
Dag, so much for that quiet Christmas. It really sounds to me like she does this stuff when she needs your attention. If she really feels bad she should go to the ER. THEY'LL bill that private insurance!
ReplyDeleteOf course they will! But she "doesn't want to go into the hospital." Okay, and it's almost certainly not necessary, but what DOES she want, besides to make me feel vaguely guilty? After 10 years of trying to get them to move over this way, and after a lifetime of her drama, I am out of energy for this shit.
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