My caregiving life gets busy again

Adrian came back from California late Wednesday night, and my caregiving life got busy again. 

I was glad to see him even though he kept me up late making a meal for him, and then not sleeping well (he was restless and on California time).  But last night he really gave me a scare.

We were watching a 30 Rock dvd when Adrian said, "I don't feel well."  I helped him stand up, and he gripped my arm to walk down the hall to the bedroom.

"I'm nauseous and seeing double," he said.  "Maybe I ate too much."

He had just eaten an apple after a big meal, but still, I worried that he might be having a stroke or the flu.  I got him settled into bed so he could rest, since that's what he wanted to do.

When I went back a half hour later, he said, "I see two of you, but that's nothing compared to the other things I'm seeing."

Now I was really worried, but I offered to make him some tea, and he managed to walk back to the kitchen.  It was then that I noticed a bottle of cough medicine Adrian had brought out earlier for me, since I still have my cough and cold.  I had declined taking any, but the bottle was still where he'd left it.

"Did you take any of this?" I asked.

"Yeah, I guess I did.  I'm not too clear right now."

I opened the bottle, which had been brand new, and saw that he had drunk almost the whole thing.

"That's why you sound and act stoned!" I said, throwing out the remainder of the syrup.

Later I gave him a lecture about taking as few medications as necessary, not drinking them down like soda.  His aging body had a very strong reaction to what was probably a mild over-the-counter cough syrup.  

"You don't have to lecture me," he said.  "I'm not that bad.  I was just nervous."

Well, that's reassuring!