February 10, 2016. Oh Dear! in February 2016

Guess what! I am having a diarrhea day. You can all guess how pleased I am about that. I called Judy and asked her could she come tomorrow instead of today, basically because I am hanging about in pajamas, visiting the bathroom a lot, eating toast and drinking water. She asked me did I need any help and I said I didn’t because it was improving and she said she was able to come tomorrow. So, about 20 minutes later, Jake called me and asked was I really OK! Apparently Judy had called him and said she was a bit worried about me. I told him I was fine and dealing with diarrhea. He said he wasn’t worried because he knows I can cope with this but he was just calling to be sure I was able to deal with it.

Now, it was very nice of Judy to do this but I am torn between appreciating that she did this and being a bit, well, almost a lot, annoyed that she did this! She has a tendency to treat me as if I am slightly not quite all there at times. I am not stupid. I am just old. The two words are not interchangeable! Jake is totally understanding that if I felt I couldn’t cope and I needed help, I would ask for it. Judy thinks I underestimate my “fragility” {which is what doctors tend to assume about older people} and that I don’t ask for help when I need it. Anyway, I will say nothing about this when she comes here tomorrow. As Auntie Babs used to say, “Her heart is in the right place.”

I have taken appropriate medication and am still in my pajamas. Everything that should be slowing down is slowing down so that is good.

Last updated February 10, 2016