29th January, 2024
Here I am yet again. Adding to the diary notes.
This morning got asked to pick up prescriptions from the chemist – World War III erupted.
Apparently she saw her GP last Wednesday, who accused her of stockpiling antibiotics. In August she had three months supply. In November she told me she needed antibiotics and asked me to put my hand on my heart that I hadn't got any. I asked her what she had done with the three months she had - she told me she'd used them! I hadn't got any and went to the surgery to get some prescribed for her. That was when I got asked if I was Kay - her carer!
Anyway, so she used (or so I thought) what was prescribed end of November and I added them to her repeat prescription in December and again in January (as she had apparently been taking them like sweets). December's still with me as she hadn't said she needed any more. Go round there Thursday and she's got a bag from the chemist, they had just delivered her repeat prescriptions to her that I had ordered a few days before and would normally pick up in a week or so. She was scribbling all over the prescription that I need to use for next month to request. I told her to put them in back in the bag. She kept saying oh this is so easy to do. I collect the month’s supply of tablets and prepare the weekly box of morning and evening tablets for her. She forgets that she even asks me to pop a paracetamol out of the foil because she can't and I called her bluff the last time when I took all the tablets round for her to sort herself and she cried and said she couldn't do it.
So this morning she asks me to go and pick up her prescriptions. She had told me she was expecting iron tablets, so I queried prescriptions! For her constipation and iron tablets. I said but you've already got the constipation liquid - I bought it myself she said. So I went and picked up constipation liquid, iron tablets and, lo and behold, the January antibiotics which hadn’t been included in the repeat bag. Took them round at lunchtime and she went ballistic. Why have you got more antibiotics, the doctor accused me of stockpiling them. I pointed out that she had none, November tablets were used and repeated December and now January. She said I told you you were not to order any more antibiotics and I was to order them and it's nothing to do with you. WTH. She said doctor was very accusatory and she was trying to protect me from the accusation of stockpiling. She then opened cupboard in the kitchen and showed me two more packets of antibiotics. So, needless to say, these were two of the packets I saw in August and then she insisted I got her more in November and what an almighty fuss she made at the time She started wagging her finger at me and told me it was absolutely none of my business and to leave it to her. I attempted to take a picture of the tablets in the cupboard and she screamed at me, I made a fist and she did her now famous, I always knew you were going to hit me, so I said nope but I'd like to slit your throat and I came away. I then went straight over to the surgery and no one to talk to other than receptionist who kindly made notes and said it would be put on her file that no more antibiotics to be issued unless she personally asked for them.
I forgot to mention at the surgery that I had to take a dustbin bag full of old medication over to the chemist to dispose of dating back to 2014. When I asked what the hell she was doing with all that medication, she said she thought she might need it. She had said tell them she had died and you were clearing out the house. Also, there is, in fact, another bag that appeared when the decorating was done in November and I got asked why I hadn’t taken that to the chemist? Erm, perhaps because it was hidden somewhere else!. Ah but you knew it was there!!!
I don't know whether to cry, puke, or what. . She regularly accuses me of trying to poison her when one of the statin tablets changes shape (as they do regularly depending on what make is prescribed).
Here I am yet again. Adding to the diary notes.
This morning got asked to pick up prescriptions from the chemist – World War III erupted.
Apparently she saw her GP last Wednesday, who accused her of stockpiling antibiotics. In August she had three months supply. In November she told me she needed antibiotics and asked me to put my hand on my heart that I hadn't got any. I asked her what she had done with the three months she had - she told me she'd used them! I hadn't got any and went to the surgery to get some prescribed for her. That was when I got asked if I was Kay - her carer!
Anyway, so she used (or so I thought) what was prescribed end of November and I added them to her repeat prescription in December and again in January (as she had apparently been taking them like sweets). December's still with me as she hadn't said she needed any more. Go round there Thursday and she's got a bag from the chemist, they had just delivered her repeat prescriptions to her that I had ordered a few days before and would normally pick up in a week or so. She was scribbling all over the prescription that I need to use for next month to request. I told her to put them in back in the bag. She kept saying oh this is so easy to do. I collect the month’s supply of tablets and prepare the weekly box of morning and evening tablets for her. She forgets that she even asks me to pop a paracetamol out of the foil because she can't and I called her bluff the last time when I took all the tablets round for her to sort herself and she cried and said she couldn't do it.
So this morning she asks me to go and pick up her prescriptions. She had told me she was expecting iron tablets, so I queried prescriptions! For her constipation and iron tablets. I said but you've already got the constipation liquid - I bought it myself she said. So I went and picked up constipation liquid, iron tablets and, lo and behold, the January antibiotics which hadn’t been included in the repeat bag. Took them round at lunchtime and she went ballistic. Why have you got more antibiotics, the doctor accused me of stockpiling them. I pointed out that she had none, November tablets were used and repeated December and now January. She said I told you you were not to order any more antibiotics and I was to order them and it's nothing to do with you. WTH. She said doctor was very accusatory and she was trying to protect me from the accusation of stockpiling. She then opened cupboard in the kitchen and showed me two more packets of antibiotics. So, needless to say, these were two of the packets I saw in August and then she insisted I got her more in November and what an almighty fuss she made at the time She started wagging her finger at me and told me it was absolutely none of my business and to leave it to her. I attempted to take a picture of the tablets in the cupboard and she screamed at me, I made a fist and she did her now famous, I always knew you were going to hit me, so I said nope but I'd like to slit your throat and I came away. I then went straight over to the surgery and no one to talk to other than receptionist who kindly made notes and said it would be put on her file that no more antibiotics to be issued unless she personally asked for them.
I forgot to mention at the surgery that I had to take a dustbin bag full of old medication over to the chemist to dispose of dating back to 2014. When I asked what the hell she was doing with all that medication, she said she thought she might need it. She had said tell them she had died and you were clearing out the house. Also, there is, in fact, another bag that appeared when the decorating was done in November and I got asked why I hadn’t taken that to the chemist? Erm, perhaps because it was hidden somewhere else!. Ah but you knew it was there!!!
I don't know whether to cry, puke, or what. . She regularly accuses me of trying to poison her when one of the statin tablets changes shape (as they do regularly depending on what make is prescribed).
