OK, maybe a little Lucas North fantasy for the frustrated

Richard Armitage as Lucas North in Spooks 9.1.

So today I went to the audiologist with dad because at first dad had said the hearing aids were working, and then not, and then for about ten days he didn’t have enough motor control in his right hand to get the right one in, and I really don’t know how they work. And I learned (a) you need to wear them about ten hours a day for them to really help that much, i.e., don’t only put them in if you have plans to talk to someone; and (b) they needed to be cleaned / brushed after every wearing, i.e., not only for the first time when they are not working; and (c) the risk for elderly people with uncorrected hearing to develop dementia or Alzheimers is about 30 percent higher, i.e., you shouldn’t let yourself get closed off from the world by using your hearing aids only when it suits you.

So dad’s basically been using this extremely expensive tool incorrectly for five years.

And after that I took him to the eye doctor, who established that his new prescription is correcting his double vision but that he needs to wear it all the time, not just when he is driving, for the full benefit to take place. (He’d told me that since he wasn’t driving now he didn’t need to wear them anymore. So maybe he’s been seeing double for three weeks. FFS)

And then there was the whole thing with his blood draw — his INR is wrong, wrong, wrong even though I have followed his instructions and not fed him any green vegetables in a month.

Tomorrow we have PT, in which it will be established that he still won’t, or can’t, use the walker correctly, and then OT, in which it will be established that he cheats on the exercises at every opportunity.

On the plus side: tomorrow our analog sound meter arrives so perhaps that tool (in conjunction with hearing aids that are now working correctly, or so I am told) will assist him in the effective completion of a therapy that he doesn’t believe he needs.

Also a memory game (no one I know had one around) and a cribbage board, also at the prescription of the speech therapist.

The sun isn’t even down, but I feel like I need a brain reset, so I’m going to bed. Lucas North, you don’t need to rescue me from human traffickers but a little rescue from a certain stubborn, elderly man would do me some good.

I’m thinking tomorrow night is the last “cheap day” showing of Ocean’s 8 in our local theaters (Mamma Mia starts on Thursday night), so I’m hoping I can make it there again. It’s not like Claude Becker does anything to make feel comforted, but maybe it’s all those hypercompetent women, whose plans always work correctly, who fascinate so much.

~ by Servetus on July 10, 2018.