As far as I can see the “Golden Years” are not much fun at all.
You never know from one day to the next what body part will fail.
Far Guy is ill again. He nearly croaked Thursday morning, he was in severe respiratory distress. Luckily I wasn’t sleeping like a dead person and heard him call for help. After using his rescue inhaler I asked if he wanted to go to the ER right then or wait until his Doctors appointment in the afternoon? Of course he chose the afternoon appointment…where he got a going over and a chest X-ray…and almost a hospital stay. They let him come home with me but he goes back in early Friday (today) and may be admitted then. The Dr is only giving him 18 hours to get better before hospitalization. His oxygen saturation levels are way down even on oxygen, he got a prescription for an antibiotic and a steroid. He needs to see the Pulmonary Specialist again, the last one retired.
It is really hard to stay out of all the things that make his breathing worse; perfumes, after shave, essential oils, candles, cleaning solvents, smoke from grass fires and dust along with Pine Pollen which hasn’t started yet in our area. The medications that he takes for his Trigeminal Neuralgia even has shortness of breath as a side effect.
We try to stay close to home and avoid crowds and gatherings. One day last week he went to a program with his Uncle and said “Every woman there wore a different perfume…it was perfume hell.” That day was the day Far Guy began to go downhill. His walks took longer he needed to take more time to rest, he started coughing again, everything became a struggle. He kept thinking that everyday would be better…but that didn’t happen.
Hopefully the medications will help this time.
Update: He saw the Doctor and is doing the tiniest bit better this morning. The Doctor is hopeful that he will keep improving. Far Guy sees the Pulmonary Specialist next week.
Thank you for all your good thoughts and prayers!