I added this to my previous post but am posting it here so those keeping up can find it easily.

[[addendum added **]] Then they got down to the part where he takes Prednisone. Before I could say anything but, “Prednisone,” they were all like, “Oh my god, how much and how often?!”

I feel like the damned Prednisone is all they cared about. What about the anti-rejection / immuno-suppressant drugs and high blood pressure medication? And everything else, come to that …

So I told them. “5mg every other day.”

And they tried to argue with me and Thomas both. “Prednisone doesn’t come in that size of pill.”

“We split it in half.”

“But it doesn’t come in that dosage.”

“Look, we take a 10mg pill and split it in half, and he takes it every other day.”

“Okay. We just had to know because we give the patients a certain steroidal dosage with their IV.”

“Which steroid and how much?”

They wouldn’t tell me.

[[addendum added **]]

Okay so if you read this blog regularly or even irregularly, you may recall the nightmare I had getting Thomas’ Prograf filled so he could have his oral surgery done in the first place. If you don’t, you can read about the nightmare here and then the good news here. (those links open up in this same tab/window, so just hit back to come back here)

First of all it dawned on me this morning that the office where he was supposed to be having this surgery didn’t call me at any point this week to confirm the appointment. I had meant to call yesterday afternoon to get directions and failed in that. So at 8am, I called to get directions and to make sure the appointment was today before I woke Thomas up since he handles morning worse than I do. The directions they gave me were no better than the ones I got off GoogleMaps, and they told me they don’t have a policy about calling to confirm appointments.

So I got Thomas up, he showered, took his medicine, and woke up a little bit, then I got him into the car and turned it on so it could warm up while I scraped the frost from the windows. After we chipped loose from the parking lot, we made our way toward Nicholasville Road. Only me being me and not doing day well by any stretch of the imagination, I got caught up in the flow of traffic and forgot to turn at Albany Road and had to aim for Old Dobbin. Big deal. I know my way through the neighborhood.

We get there, and by now the Xanax Thomas had taken was starting to get to me. He was giggly and kinda limp and said he was a bit dizzy. I pulled into the parking lot, and he laughed and said, “WWwwhheeee!”

Neither one of us liked the looks of the buildings we saw or the condition of the parking lot. All were crumbly and not taken care of at all. I should have seen it as a bad omen and gone home.

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