After Jean's initial diagnosis, 9 years ago, Reminyl was prescribed. Shortly following the build up of the drug in her system she began to experience incontinence problems of both types.
I took the obvious route and called in the District Nurse for advice. Within a couple of days, she called, discussed the problem with me and then arranged a supply of incontinence products to be delivered. All sorted within a week.
She was on Reminyl for around 18 months and then it was decided that it was having no effect and was subsequently withdrawn and replaced with Ebixa which she has been taking twice a day ever since.
The incontinence ceased and we have had only an occasional blip over the last 7 years or so. Each blip lasting perhaps a week or so with the incontinence occurring around twice a week. I decided to stop the supply of incontinence products as, really, they were not needed.
Which brings us to the present day. Her medication has not changed but her incontinence has started again, indicating, I think, a progression of the disease.
No problem - call the District Nurse. It took me three days to find out that they were no longer in the "District" and their local office had been moved 16 miles away.
When I did manage to contact them I was informed, "We do not deal with things like incontinence now and will not come out to discuss your needs. However, we can make you an appointment at our incontinence clinic for sometime in the next few weeks. The clinic is held in our offices (i.e. 16 miles away)"
"But", I said,"I only need a supply of incontinence products. At this stage in Jean's illness, there will be nothing you can do to alter the situation, nothing you can prescribe or advise that will change anything. Can you not just do it over the phone?"
"O No", came the reply, "She will have to be seen and assessed."
"Who will do the assessing?"
Back comes the reply, "One of our District Nurses."
If this were a play, that sentence would be followed by the stage direction:-
Curtain falls slowly on bewildered actor who is not sure whether to laugh or cry.
I took the obvious route and called in the District Nurse for advice. Within a couple of days, she called, discussed the problem with me and then arranged a supply of incontinence products to be delivered. All sorted within a week.
She was on Reminyl for around 18 months and then it was decided that it was having no effect and was subsequently withdrawn and replaced with Ebixa which she has been taking twice a day ever since.
The incontinence ceased and we have had only an occasional blip over the last 7 years or so. Each blip lasting perhaps a week or so with the incontinence occurring around twice a week. I decided to stop the supply of incontinence products as, really, they were not needed.
Which brings us to the present day. Her medication has not changed but her incontinence has started again, indicating, I think, a progression of the disease.
No problem - call the District Nurse. It took me three days to find out that they were no longer in the "District" and their local office had been moved 16 miles away.
When I did manage to contact them I was informed, "We do not deal with things like incontinence now and will not come out to discuss your needs. However, we can make you an appointment at our incontinence clinic for sometime in the next few weeks. The clinic is held in our offices (i.e. 16 miles away)"
"But", I said,"I only need a supply of incontinence products. At this stage in Jean's illness, there will be nothing you can do to alter the situation, nothing you can prescribe or advise that will change anything. Can you not just do it over the phone?"
"O No", came the reply, "She will have to be seen and assessed."
"Who will do the assessing?"
Back comes the reply, "One of our District Nurses."
If this were a play, that sentence would be followed by the stage direction:-
Curtain falls slowly on bewildered actor who is not sure whether to laugh or cry.