Hitting my limit
Feb. 4th, 2012 06:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
susandennisYears ago my Mom had a stroke (TIA, actually but a big one) while we were going back to her place from lunch out. I was driving. I pulled into a grocery store parking lot and screamed for help. (yep, I am a cool customer in a crisis - NOT)
The paramedics (and, it seemed like everyone else in the world) asked me what medications she was on. Beats the fuck out of me just did not seem like an appropriate response.
She recovered quickly. I sure didn't. And I learned a nice little lesson.
So now, anally, make sure I have a list of every medication I take with the dosage and frequency as well as the name and number of my doctor. I print out a copy and tape it to the back of my insurance card which I keep in my wallet.
Tonight I added the Advair and Combivent to the list. There is no more room. Even using the tiniest font, the list takes up the last available free real estate on the card. I'm at my limit.
Fine by me. My bathroom drug drawer is depressing enough already!
The paramedics (and, it seemed like everyone else in the world) asked me what medications she was on. Beats the fuck out of me just did not seem like an appropriate response.
She recovered quickly. I sure didn't. And I learned a nice little lesson.
So now, anally, make sure I have a list of every medication I take with the dosage and frequency as well as the name and number of my doctor. I print out a copy and tape it to the back of my insurance card which I keep in my wallet.
Tonight I added the Advair and Combivent to the list. There is no more room. Even using the tiniest font, the list takes up the last available free real estate on the card. I'm at my limit.
Fine by me. My bathroom drug drawer is depressing enough already!