I know that my dad is a poor historian when it comes to his health. He denies having Diabetes. He has no idea what all the surgical scars on his chest and abdomen are from. But I never thought he'd be unable to tell me that he didn't feel well. I never thought he couldn't tell me what was bothering him.
We went to the doctor today to talk with him about the results of blood work from 2 weeks ago. I knew something was up with him for about the last week. He seemed really tired. We went for a walk and I heard him wheezing. And that ever present cough has worsened. It is non productive, and I can hear it rattling down there. It's like he needs to be suctioned! Yesterday, I asked him if he was feeling poorly and he told me his back was hurting. But I hadn't seen, and have yet to see, behavior that says that. No extra time needed to get up, no grunting or groaning...
Anyway, the doctor thinks he has either bronchitis or pneumonia. He had more blood work taken today, a chest x ray taken, and has an antibiotic to take. I thought he felt warm and took his temperature about an hour ago and it's 102.5 Most people would be complaining and laying around, or more than likely sleeping. Not my dad. He's not acting the way sick people act. Yes, he's a tough ole' guy, but man, at 102.5 I'd be sprawled out whining with a cold cloth on me.
Here's another thing learned about Alzheimer's. Marcia Detective is my name. Gotta be ever watchful, suspicious, and momlike I guess. whew
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