Got home at 7 am

Tried to write this three times from the ER.   My old tablet simply wouldn’t let me log in to my blog.  My phone would, but each time I finished typing I would try to set the categories and lost it all three times.  So my morning.

I did not get much sleep but that is OK, I did not expect to the day after steroid shots.  I woke at 3 am, rolled over to see Ron was laying there awake.  I moved to snuggle, and he said he was in trouble.  I asked him what was going on, thinking his leg he twisted several weeks ago was acting up from the four hours or more of going shopping at only three stores yesterday morning.  Spent over 400 dollars on groceries, but we hit good sales on large packages of meats that Ron could split up and wrap, then put in the large freezer.  We will have thick pork chops, pork strips, steaks, ham steaks, different kinds of chicken, ribs, hamburg, and a lot of other meat I can not remember.  But Ron couldn’t walk by the time we headed home and I had to help in the house while I carried the bags in with my damaged shoulders I just Thursday had steroid shots in, my back, and my legs.  But I had made sure the bags were light enough, except the freezer insulated bags Ron shoved all the meats packages in.   Those were single two handed carrying while walking slowly.  Couldn’t use my cane with both hands full.  

But that was not his main problem.  A couple of years before Ron retired and while we had dental insurance Ron’s dentist retired.  I was having a lot of dental work done with the idea of having it finished before he retired.  But he had to retire a year early.  But Ron refused to see my dentist or get another.  Recently he broke a tooth and still wouldn’t see a dentist.  On and off it has been bothering him, he doesn’t eat hard food much, and used a lot of tooth pain stuff.  

This morning at 3 am he told me he couldn’t swallow and his mouth, gums, and teeth were really hurting bad.  He was sure he had an infected mouth.  First he said he wanted to go to convenient care.  We got up, I started the coffee and fed the outside cats, Tupac came in for the morning.  Ron called the closest ER, which was the Cape Coral hospital, and asked if convenient care was open and would handle his need.  They told him no, he would have to come to the ER.  So at 4 am we pulled into the ER parking lot.  We were the only people in the waiting room, and Ron got triaged right away.  After about 30 minutes, Ron and I were taken to an exam room.  After the nurse checked him in for both his infected mouth and his twisted leg we had a short wait until the doctor came in.  He looked at Ron’s mouth saying it was very inflamed and infected, and then looked at Ron’s leg.  He said he did not think Ron had anything broken but the leg was swollen.   He ordered X-rays, and a prescription for antibiotics such as penicillin.  We waited for the portable X-ray person.  Soon she arrived and took the X-ray, so then we waited for the doctor to read it and come back.  The doctor said it was not broken but as he suspected there was soft tissue damage.  He recommended a dentist and an orthopedic doctor check.  He left and we waited for the nurse.  She came in with pills for Ron and his discharge orders, along with a couple pages of dentist places for low income people along with regular dentist offices and the same with orthopedic doctors.  We left with Ron hobbling out using one of my canes.  We arrived home at 7 am.  

I helped Ron into bed, made a new pot of coffee and sat to type this.  Ron’s stubborn refusal to do what is needed is seriously affecting our money situation.  I have tried to address that with him, but as he has aged he has gotten more anxieties and more reluctant to take care of things that need doing.   Especially about his healthcare.  But now I am going to get something to eat.  Hugs.  Scottie