"I don't feel good".
I am never sure how to respond to that. So I try to break it down. Are you having pain? "No. I just don't feel right." Nauseous? "No. Kind of jittery". Did something happen?? "They brought me my pills, but they didn't bring all of them." Do you know what was missing? "No. But I don't feel good now."
I get myself dressed, grab the bag of her extra meds, and drive over. Can't get in the facility without calling after hours. I search out the med tech to find out what mom wasn't given. Turns out, it was the anxiety meds.
Under the med techs watchful eye, I dole out meds for mom and head down the hall. When I get to her room, she's laying in bed, reading a book, looking totally calm and fine. *deep breath, repeat "patience" to myself*
Handed mom her pills, she took them and I headed back home. Crisis averted.
But this morning I'm chuckling to myself. She has always hated taking meds, always telling me she takes too many pills. And yet the first time she doesn't get all of them, she launches into one of her anxiety episodes.
Talk about irony!
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