Headed to the "Home"

Far Guy takes medication daily for the unbearable pain of Trigeminal Neuralgia. He is on a new form of Tegretol and the added med Baclofen. He must take his meds four times a day. The Doctor suggested 10-2-6 and 10. Well, fine we can do this, we are after all two fairly mature normal adults...RIGHT?..well maybe that is stretch of my imagination.

I got organized with the "new plan"..the container is filled at the end of the day. I did it a few nights, now Far Guy is in charge of doing it. On the weekend he "forgot" his meds at home, so his doses were late. Sunday was a pain filled day for him, at one point I was sure that we were going to end up in the ER. But he made it through the night and actually felt pretty good yesterday morning. With our new system he is supposed to tell me when he takes his meds. So he tells me "I took my pills", but then he forgets to take them. HE LIES..well maybe he just stretches the truth..he thought about taking them..but the container does not lie, if the pills are still there it is quite obvious to me that there is a problem. I have now enforced a Witnessed Medication Program ...he must bring the pill to me wherever I am at..put them on his tongue and I must see him swallow them.

I started this new WMP last night. Last evening around six o'clock I was having a really fun time catching up with a friend on the computer. Far Guy interrupted me and said "I need to tell you something, but you have to promise not to get mad and yell, or bitch at me all night." I agreed very reluctantly. He said "I have not taken any of my meds today" I replied .."But you told me you took them??" He quickly stated "You promised..not to YELL." I did a slow burn and logged out of the chat room. THEN I began to sing to him..singing is not yelling .. "La La..you forgot your meds again..I can't believe it La La..I am so upset.. La La I don't know what I am going to do with you La La LALAAA." About that time my brother knocked on the door and interrupted my singing which may have escalated to uncontrollable bitching. Far Guy was saved from my wrath and said to my brother "Thank God you are here, she will shut up now." I just held my head in my hands, we are destined for the "Home" if we don't get our poop in a pile pretty soon.

Truthfully, I was tempted to hit him with the invisible hatchet that I carry to protect him from insensitive people.

Today is a new day, the WMP is working, I set the oven timer for four hours..it will ding at the appropriate time for the next Witnessed Medication Ingestion. If either of us wore a watch perhaps we could set an alarm reminder, but we are retired and time is usually not an issue. When we get to the "home" someone else will be in charge and they will have a watch:)