No, no not me! Much, much older than that: my Mother's 88 and has had two falls in the past month. She had to be helped to her feet by paramedics, who checked her out quite thoroughly. I wrote to her GP letting him know, and that she'd received a serious bash on the head with the last one, which raised a huge lump. I also told him she was having intermittent shakiness, dizziness, and was afraid to walk anywhere because she felt so off-balance. I needed to discuss these issues with him as soon as possible, and for him to see Mother.
He left a phone message for me saying he'd phone me either this Monday or Tuesday gone. I'm still waiting... meanwhile, today, Mother received a parcel of prescription drugs, having asked the doctor's receptionist to renew her regular prescription for her. A local pharmacy delivered them. In the parcel were her current drugs, plus one box of anti-arthritis drugs which were recalled some three weeks ago for being linked to strokes and heart attacks; three boxes of a drug she doesn't ever remember taking; three boxes of a drug which her doctor took her off about 18 months ago and replaced with the now-withdrawn one.
Last September, I requested she have a 'flu jab this winter, due to her age, and emphysema. The doctor said he'd call round, as he had five elderly patients to do, as soon as his own cold was better. It must be one helluva cold, since he's never been. But, in February, the practice nurse left a phone message asking me if my Mother had had the jab, since she couldn't find any record of it. No, I phoned back, she hadn't. Ah, leave it with me, she said. And I think we know the result, don't we?
I've given up today and arranged for her to have a home visit next week from a doctor out of a private practice. She'll 'go private' from now on.
But what would've happened to an old woman, living alone, without the support of any family or friends? She'd get a parcel of drugs she thought she should use, and if she was at all forgetful or confused, she'd probably take a complete mish-mash of stuff that'd probably see her off pretty quick. And, speaking of which, they've sent Mother some sleeping pills - 84, to be exact. That should quieten down these pesky old people, shouldn't it?
He left a phone message for me saying he'd phone me either this Monday or Tuesday gone. I'm still waiting... meanwhile, today, Mother received a parcel of prescription drugs, having asked the doctor's receptionist to renew her regular prescription for her. A local pharmacy delivered them. In the parcel were her current drugs, plus one box of anti-arthritis drugs which were recalled some three weeks ago for being linked to strokes and heart attacks; three boxes of a drug she doesn't ever remember taking; three boxes of a drug which her doctor took her off about 18 months ago and replaced with the now-withdrawn one.
Last September, I requested she have a 'flu jab this winter, due to her age, and emphysema. The doctor said he'd call round, as he had five elderly patients to do, as soon as his own cold was better. It must be one helluva cold, since he's never been. But, in February, the practice nurse left a phone message asking me if my Mother had had the jab, since she couldn't find any record of it. No, I phoned back, she hadn't. Ah, leave it with me, she said. And I think we know the result, don't we?
I've given up today and arranged for her to have a home visit next week from a doctor out of a private practice. She'll 'go private' from now on.
But what would've happened to an old woman, living alone, without the support of any family or friends? She'd get a parcel of drugs she thought she should use, and if she was at all forgetful or confused, she'd probably take a complete mish-mash of stuff that'd probably see her off pretty quick. And, speaking of which, they've sent Mother some sleeping pills - 84, to be exact. That should quieten down these pesky old people, shouldn't it?