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Sunday, December 30th., 2007:  Dad woke me at around 02:15hrs and was totally strange, in that he was obviously ill but not understandable. He had come into my bedroom and told me he was not feeling well. At least he could do that. Except that when I went into his room I found him acting strangely. I could not determine why he was repeatedly straining to sit up in bed and then lie down again. He agreed that I call for an ambulance. This occurred, and we were eventually taken to the Civic on Carling. I watched the paramedics arrive through one of the windows. They were not exactly hurrying. I went to the Civic in a different vehicle. It was not pleasant.

Back home now at 07:15 after tests and CAT scan revealed healthy except for highly probable tiny stroke.

CAT scan revealed nothing untoward. Physical inspection revealed no weaknesses, except for trying to stand up when he can’t balance properly.

This may be caused by blocked ears affecting him that way: Olive Oyl to the rescue.

He had been remarking on how poorly he was feeling for the past two days.
So, he will be called into the Civic for ultra-sound tests because the records of having had this done have not been made available from Appletree, the local medical chain of horrors.

The senior intern told us that they had problems with Appletree, and it’s just as well that we have a proper doctor now, Dr Stephen Halliday. 

So, nothing to really worry about at the moment, except that I was when riding along in the paramedic's vehicle, not the ambulance containing father.

Tuesday, January 1st., 2008: This from an email sent early today to my elder daughter, Sarah:

I have no knowledge of whether you received this, I had so many spam emails that I had to delete (well over 500 in an hour or two, after I had had to re-enter all of my Outlook settings), that any reply from you may have inadvertently been deleted.

He is in bed this morning, January 1st, after a poor night. He apparently fell in the bathroom and crawled back to bed, having peed his pajama pants. I was asleep, deeply, probably to make up for the hours I lost the other morning, so I never heard any of this, and don’t know if he had called for me.

He is breathing stertorously, and although lucid, I don’t know when he will eventually get out of bed. 

I have washed the offending clothing, and am simply waiting for the next thing, as I use the web to watch the footie scores, with Arsenal winning at the moment.

It is snowing here, with a group of fire engines circling the adjacent tower block.

Part of an email to Dr George Pollard, at same date:

Took the rent cheque down to the office, and then went off for my Starbucks fix. Unfortunately, Jim was there but I never mentioned the underlying scenario. Jacques came by and there were a few minutes of chat re soccer.

Dad had been up for a while and seemed reasonable. But, re your comments, I was told when I got back that he had just made a cup of coffee for himself. I remarked that that was normal wasn't it, what else would you make? He didn't seem too sure of an answer.

Now it's past five he thinks that he will cook the meal if he can: we both know that it keeps him active. Although, of late, I have to check for cleanliness, because there have been a couple of things that I have caught.

I don't expect that with his eyesight it could be any better.

The medication for his ear infection has not produced any meaningful improvement so far, but he is not quite half way through the series. That and the pill he takes at night might be contraindicated, but I shall do a Google search. Not that that produces truth: not quite Pravda, what?

What is happening is that he can relax in his chair, and he often naps there. At night, he has, for the past two nights had a horrible time, and I think it might be partly to do with the new bed, which he states is hard.

So, earlier today, I changed the beds around, and Peggy's old bed is now his. The new bed is where Lynn will sleep in July: he was worried it would be too hard for her. I answered that he sleeps there all year, and she doesn't.

We'll see what tonight brings: I told him that he needs to carry a horn to wake me if necessary, and that we should think of a steadying bar on the bath so that he could hold it for showering and for raising himself off the throne. Won't have that yet, he states.

None of us is perfect, someone said.

Reply from George:
Hi Paul,
Please, if there's any indication of not 100%, call an ambulance to whisk him off to emergency. Not that I should know, but my experience suggests something minor, which at his age, throws him off kilter. Might be the bed, the naps, the medication, the barometric pressure, cabin fever and so forth.

Meds, in the elderly, are a big problem. A fraction of gram, this way or that, is often noticeably too little or too much. This tends to vary, with the patient.

As you search Pravda on-line, check for a sulfa base in his meds. A lot of people, of all ages, have an allergy to sulfa and it's analogs.

My mother and my aunt acted as demented, if they got a sulfa based med, by error.
Take care.

Wednesday, January 2nd., 2008: Dad never took the usual night time blood pressure pill.

This resulted in a better night’s rest. He did take the two pills for yesterday regarding the ear infection.

He seems, at 10:50hrs, when he got up, to be more cheerful. Told me that he was feeling better, when I opened the bedroom door to find him pulling on his socks.

So, maybe it was the combination of medications giving him a hard time, plus what must have been a TIA earlier in the week.
(Above, Wednesday, is body of sent email.)

Saturday, January 5th., 2008: Yesterday, finally contacted Civic personnel in stroke department: Dad to have two ultra-sound and one doctor's visit at the General on Smyth. At least it's only one bus ride away. The 85 takes us door to door. He will have a Doppler test on his neck on January 9th., and visit Dr Hakim at the General on the following day. The following week we'll return on the 15th., when he'll have an echo-cardiogram. I have had to postpone his visit to his cardiologist, Dr Pollock until the week after that.

Today came a phone call from Sarah in London. They have just returned from a visit to Plockton in Scotland. All three of her family have had the 'flu. Norovirus stalks the UK, too.

Tuesday, January 22nd., 2008: Matters have improved somewhat. Father is now on this anti-biotic: Amoxicillin, 250mg, which he states is having no effect on his ear infection. The previous anti-biotic was debilitating for him: Clarithromycin when taken in conjuction to his blood-pressure medicine.

Here are two Wiki links for the anti-biotics: Clarithromycin : Amoxicillin
Of course, Wiki links are somewhat unreliable, but they're a start.

He has been to the Civic for an MRI the past Sunday. He had a go in their very large machine to check for his arterial blockages. On January 28th he will again visit the Civic for a radiological scan. This for the same reasons.

It seems that he has not had strokes: he is having problems related to poor blood flow when in certain positions, especially when in bed and he has no control over where his body places itself, especially his cranium.

Is finding it easier and has visited the Civic and Dr Pollock, the cardiologist, alone during the past two days.

Wednesday, January 23rd., 2008: Letter from The Ottawa Hospital to do with appointment at the General, Smyth Street, on February 4th. This is for a CT (Computerised Tomography) Scan, regarding neck and head regions using X-rays.

Monday, January 28th., 2008: Today, we went to the Civic on Carling, where, after a "just where are you supposed to be" snafu, we ended up with Dr Lum (and his colleague Dr Silva). There, we were regaled with reasons why we need to see another Doctor, whose name will be known when his office calls us (Dr Stotts). He will deal with the carotid artery problem revealed in the recent MRI scan. Dr Stotts will advise Dr Lum on the likelihood of ill effects if a non-invasive operation is undertaken. Tests on father's strength surprised Dr Lum. "You are the strongest 88-year old I've ever met", quoth he. Good, I thought, the possibility of an operation is more likely.

Father is worried that too much money is being spent on him. As I told Dad, in the hearing of the two doctors, "You are a test case, Dad, the aging population needs you as a test bed". Grins from everyone.

Short phone call from Lynn, Dad not in the best of spirits. What now?

Friday, February 1st., 2008: Chat on the phone with an administrative person somewhere in Ottawa. She wanted to let us know that Dr Lum is waiting for Dr Hakim to send him a report. I mentioned to her that Dad is going on Monday morning next (February 4th) for a CAT scan (Computed Axial Tomography) and that this booking interfered with the intended appointment with Dr Stotts, about the possibility of an operation.

I relayed to my elder daughter, Sarah, in her phone call today, that this page is updated as things happen, either with Dad's health, or with related matters.

Monday, February 4th., 2008: Pity that the letter for the test appointment didn't have where it was to take place denoted. However, we eventually found our way to X row on the 1st floor, for radiology. Talkative woman sat next to us, the poor thing having Graves disease (hyperthyroid problems, in her case extreme exophthalmic goitre).

Dad had to have an injection prior to the CT scan, and we had to wait afterwards so that the input valve on his arm could be removed safely. No ill effects except for slight dizziness were apparent. Caught the bus, etc. That's that until the next appointment is allotted.

Thursday, February 7th., 2008: Phone call setting up another appointment with Dr Lum at the Civic, for February 18th., at 14:30hrs. No idea what this is about.

Wednesday, February 13th., 2008: Phone call: tomorrow, Dr Hakim, 11:30hrs., room 6310 at the General. No idea except that results have arrived of tests. So, a decision?

Thursday, February 14th., 2008: Several matters arose today, which means that Dad has to visit our family doctor to have his medication improved. We have an appointment with Dr Halliday for 11:30hrs tomorrow. Dr Hakim asked us to ensure that Dr Halliday causes the persistent high blood pressure (174/58 today) to fall.

Plus, after a discussion with Dr Hakim, we met with Jennifer Sauvé, the nurse associated with CREST (Carotid Revascularization Endarterectomy - Stenting Trial). Dad has been accepted for this if he signs in, and he has agreed to do this. The document will be signed when we visit Dr Lum next Monday. He, or Dr Andrew Hill, will be the surgeon. Once we have had the documents approved, and that may include an extra type of blood thinner medication, Dad will be operated on within two weeks.

The operation will be chosen, because it is a trial, by balls in the air to pick which of stent or surgical removal of plaque will be undertaken. There will be a maximum of two days in hospital if no ill effects occur. Therefore, Dad will be an improved version, or not, probably by the end of March. The likelihood of trouble is around 1-2% during the operation, whichever type. The likelihood of stroke is 10% per annum, especially since the tightening of the left side carotid is severe. Dad has been having weakness on his right side both in his leg and arm, for a few seconds at a time.

Dr Hakim was categorical in his assessing Dad to be in relatively urgent need of the operation. If he had not been accepted for the trial, then he would have strongly proposed that vascular surgery was done quickly and that he would not approve denial of same. The corollary is that he is of the opinion that, even if, as Dad has admitted, his mental abilities have diminished since the original event in December, he considers Dad to be a prime candidate for this cure. The CREST programme is based on the premise that the health community does not know which of stent or knife is the better answer to clotted carotids.

This evening, when I returned home, Dad had done his laundry, and was knackered. I think that the events of the day had affected him, plus his routine is mid-morning Thursday for his weekly laundry, and he likes routine. Which is why I am becoming totally bored with cauliflower and broccoli, which is really puerile nonsense from me, the unemployable idiot.

Friday, February 15th., 2008: Visit to Dr Stephen Halliday resulted in the addition of half of one pill in the evenings. I told him what Dr Hakim had asked, and he seemed to have documentation from that source. However, it was clearly apparent to me that Dr Halliday had no real idea about what he could really do to change Dad's regimen. He told us that Dad was basically on the maximum and never offered any other drug, even if there were any around, which, of course, I know not.

This evening, as I finished my laundry, this having been delayed by going to the doctor, Dad showed me that the bumps and discoloured skin on his arms had returned. I asked why he hadn't shown this to Dr Halliday. Dad said that it wasn't apparent then, but I suspect his body is rejecting some part of his medication, as his immune system is being bombarded with various drugs, which has been going on for over two decades. And, he is not growing younger, thankfully not in his grey matter section, in the sense of not having dementia. That horror has been visited on my Aunt May, the last of the wives of the three brothers. Her son, Michael, with his lady, is holidaying in South Africa.

Monday, February 18th., 2008: Not terribly good news today. We went to the appointment, which they thought was for 15:00hrs, not 14:30. Then we were seen by a research nurse who was surprised to learn that we were supposed to be on the CREST programme. After a while two more doctors came in, whereupon a Dr dos Santos (sic) was pleasant but straightforward in her estimation that Dad was too far gone in age and in circumstances, and that a stent, or an operation, would probably cause bleeding in the brain. Instant death would be the most likely result.

What was also mentioned is that Dad's hypertension was the reaction to the blockage in his left carotid. Therefore, if the pressure was allowed to enter into his brain then it might rupture. But, I wonder about that: if the pressure is there, it can't become worse, and if the new medication is to thin the blood and do whatever else is intended, why can one not alleviate the obstruction? Not that I am a doctor, not that I have any knowledge of vascular conditions in the human body.  I really don't know what the effect of cyclic pumping by the heart would be on his arteries. There have been problems, which is why we're here.

(And then there is the book, Your Inner Fish, by Neil Shubin, which tells one why one's body is useless in our sedentary society, amongst other things.)

We were told that she would talk with Dr Hakim about her conclusions, and that Dad should add Plavix and Ranitidine when advised. This would be the added regimen if Dad's condition absolutely necessitated a stent insertion.

We were told that two of the posterior arteries were sclerotic and could not be dealt with. They were completely useless. The left carotid is less than a millimetre wide, where it is most affected, whereas it should be the diameter of a little finger, approximately.

Dad became a little worried that he might not reach July. I have no real opinion, because there are too many factors involved. Dad, on the way home said, "I knew this was going to happen". I didn't, I had thought that Dr Hakim was totally in favour of some form of alleviation.

The professionals were pleasant but not positive. The general opinion was that Dad was an interesting patient since he fell just outside the parameters of the CREST programme. This situation was exacerbated by his age (I subsequently remarked to Dad, "If only we had had this done a decade ago"). They believe his strokes, or TIAs, will likely occur more frequently, as is revealed by his right-side tremors when tired.

Tuesday, February 19th., 2008: We were expecting a phone call about the chat between the warring factions. Nothing has happened so that I suspect that they are really going over what, why, when, why not, whether or whatnot.I have no idea what will transpire. One thought crossed my mind: how many hypertension cases have had a stent? The lady who took my storage rent charge today has had a stent inserted. She is overweight, and probably suffers from hypertension, if not also diabetic. There are no guarantees, but there must be some leeway?

Dad is not diabetic, is strong other than when he staggers, as he did when I came out of my cell and he was coming along to relieve his set of diuretics. And at least the soccer game was interesting: Liverpool won 2-0 v Internationale Milan in the Champion's League game on RDS this afternoon. Late goals and nervewracking if one was a supporter.

Now, if/when Dad has a stroke, recovery depends on listening to music, according to the BBC regarding Finnish doctors. I have noticed that he has been favouring his right side when walking today. He never left the apartment because the weather is inclement: snow and slippery sidewalks (pavements in the UK).

Thursday, February 21st., 2008: Dr dos Santos phoned: Dr Hakim is in Louisiana on a trip. He spoke with Dr dos Santos and agreed with her that Dad's medications are to change to what is shown at the top of the page. There will soon, early next week, be a call from Dr Hakim for a meeting to discuss the situation.

Things change, things stay the same. Some philosopher, French, uttered this plagiarism.

Friday, February 22nd., 2008: Dad went down but could not put in the first prescription received directly from Dr dos Santos because the back of it was not signed. Probably be fine tomorrow for pick up. That was for the Plavix.

I have noticed that, because he can't get out, he is staggering a little a lot of the time. I do hope that the Lipitor works, because I have seen in the literature that it is efficacious for those in danger of having a stroke. Some side effects, and women are prone to having dementia, that disappears when the dose is stopped.

Sunday, February 24th., 2008:  On his mother's birthday, Dad staggered down to the Rideau centre to obtain the meds that he was denied because the doctor forgot to cosign the prescription. Currently, he is napping in the usual chair, and has his head down, which is unusual. I do hope that the new medicines help his circulation. With three main arteries in his neck in total disarray, he needs to maintain sustenance to his brain. His ability to complete the Guardian weekly crossword has sagged in the past few months.

Monday, March 3rd., 2008: Visit to Dr Halliday. Dad's blood pressure 180/90, not good. So, Metoprolol added. Visit again in three weeks, March 25th., has been scheduled. Told Halliday that Dr Hakim was/is supposed to contact Dad for another meeting at the Civic. We have not heard anything about final decision regarding either operation/denial.

Tuesday, March 4th., 2008: Dad taking his extra medicine. He went out for a while, but, as he was going to bed, he mentioned that he had had the right leg problem yet again, several times during the day. One other thing is that he asked me to remove a suitcase from the walk-in storage in the apartment. In it were lots of silver and silver plated sets of cutlery and candlesticks: his worry is how to get rid of them. What on earth should he start with this worrisome irrelevant problem at this time in case it means I have to sell them later? No other simple reason. I had not known this case held such an array.

Wednesday, March 5th., 2008: Worrisome new behaviour: I keep seeing Dad sitting in his chair leaning forward, with no support for his head. How is this helping? No clue why he's doing that, and hope that it is not to do with reactions resulting from his meds.

Thursday, March 6th., 2008: Something positive. The research nurse that works with Dr Hakim at the General phoned to ask how things were. During this conversation and after giving her the details of what Dad is now swallowing each day, she said that Dr dos Santos at the Civic would be quite ready to insert a stent whenever Dad's blood pressure falls to between 150/160 systolic, which compares to home blood pressure meters of 140/150mm. (I shall have to remember that the phone number for the nurse, Donna Cousineau, is 613-737-8899 ext 74518.) The nurse explained that hospital meters read higher than those made for home use. Huh?

So, I have to start taking his blood pressure daily and making a record. This, if it proves that the medication is working, say within the three weeks before the next appointment with Dr Halliday, means that a stent will be inserted in maybe one month. But, it's a big if, methinks.

Saturday, March 8th., 2008: Father never left the building. Not with this snow. Losing the ability to complete, or even start, the Guardian Weekly crossword. He told me this evening that it was costing him $40,000 to be in this apartment. Not even close to reality. I asked him what the costs breakdown was. He couldn't tell me.

Plus, he has been staggering around, and came to my door just before going to bed stating that he had just fallen over. He said that he was going to shout for me, but hadn't needed to since he raised himself off the floor. Also, clocks go forward in North America because of the idiots of the US Congress. We lose an hour but there is a game at the usual time in the UK: Wigan v Arsenal, which I do hope has a result similar to Liverpool's and not to ManU or Chelsea's fate of today.

States that he is worrying, because of the cost of the apartment, about how I could live. I told him that's not his problem, and asked him to quit thinking about it. It makes me mad that he is worrying about nothing. I know that I shall have problems once he is deceased. That is axiomatic. So bloody what! Darwin rules, right? Survival of the fittest, if you didn't know.

Monday, March 10th., 2008: There might be a problem with this blood pressure meter, given the results. But, I don't know. On top of this, Dad could not leave the apartment for another day: the sidewalks (pavements in UK) are blocked. The roads are a little better. The council has done hardly anything and with a warming trend coming, it means that the tonnage to be removed will be concentrated, especially if it rains as forecast.

The other thing is that the demand by my sister, Lynn, to obtain granulated Lecithin has been honoured. Therefore, whenever Dad eats his müsli it will be sprinkled thereon. A couple of times a week. He still eats eggs and drinks coffee regularly: not proper, what?

Tuesday, March 11th., 2008: Dad is now the sole survivor of all his family's contemporaries. Aunt May died today of a rapid decline including Alzheimer's disease.

Saturday, March 15th., 2008: The blood pressure tool must be faulty. I do not believe that today's measurement can be near the actuality (see above). Whatever, the range, if anywhere near accurate, is not conducive to a lowering trend appearing. I don't know what the medication is producing. If this set of measurements is accurate, then I think Dad is likely to have a stroke in the near future. There is a scheduled visit to Dr Halliday in ten days. Let's see if the trend improves before then.

Sunday, March 16th., 2008:  Dad told me just after dinner that when he stepped off the bus on the way home that he fell on to his knees. States that he doesn't feel good , and that he won't be here long. Oh, well, he's the last of his lot, as I have mentioned, and as a worrywort, he will no doubt have that thought bouncing in and out. The other side of this is that he feels weak possibly because of the medication, and he fails to take that into account. I shall have to phone the nurse and talk to her about this situation.

And, I've just had a conversation, after chatting about this week's Guardian Weekly crossword, about maybe it's the pills. However, Dad has admitted that his right side is becoming weaker. He was doing the washing up and found it difficult. I would do it all, but he needs to do things to maintain his sanity, as well as to be doing things of physical worth.

Monday, March 17th., 2008: Phoned the nurse at the General and showed her this page. My remarks about the blood pressure meter resulted in her asking if I would take it to Dr Halliday. We need to see him sooner than next Tuesday, I believe. Have left his receptionist a message.

One other thing Donna Cousineau, the nurse at the General, mentioned was that Dad is supposed to see Dr Stotts sometime, because of the ongoing conversations between him and Dr dos Santos and Dr Hakim. There may be a stent in Dad's future, after all. Assuming he lasts, because he is not feeling well, and I am unable to determine if it's the meds or a general deterioration that is the intrinsic reason.

Wednesday, March 19th., 2008: Phone call from receptionist: Dr Halliday is off sick. We will be informed about where/when our expected visit on 25th March will be honoured. The blood pressure meter seems to be settling, which implies that Dad's readings were generally accurate. I am trying to take a measurement around the same time each day.

Thursday, March 20th., 2008: A lower blood pressure today. But, Dad has been up and down to the laundry room. "What is it?" he asked, "considering I've been doing this all morning", as he shook his right leg, to indicate that it was acting up more than usual. I don't know how accurate this little electronic cheapie is but as long as it lies within the ballpark, to mix metaphors, I don't mind. It indicates life in the old dog yet. No recent complaints wrt ear infection.

Monday, March 24th., 2008: Dad has not been feeling well both today and yesterday. The blood pressure readings show variation that correlate with his opinion. We shall see whether there is an appointment tomorrow, given the absence through sickness of our putative "health provider". If not, I think I shall be phoning the hospitals to request immediate assistance.

Tuesday, March 25th., 2008: Dad is not feeling well, legs acting up, no strength, blacking out on his right hand side. Took Dad ages to do the breakfast dishes. Telephoning Halliday receptionist elicited information that locum only taking two appointments daily from Halliday's patient requests. I had not taken in what she was advising last week when I determined Dr Halliday was ill. Therefore, Dad will be seen on Thursday, after we are phoned re time of appointment.

Tomorrow he is due to see Dr Pollock. Don't know how that helps. Need to see Dr Stotts soon, in my opinion.

Arrived home to listen to phone messages: first was a possible meeting with Dr Stotts (613-761-5353 ext 3) tomorrow morning, and confirmation of Dr Pollock's appointment (613-234-4807). I phoned the Civic, and although it wasn't closing time, had to leave a message. I do hope that this appointment is still available. Dad had not tried to phone them. He was against it but I persuaded him that this was a good thing, given that Dr Stott had him on his list for possible stent insertion.

Goodie: phone call confirms tomorrow at Civic is on. However, Dad is not feeling at all well: no idea if it is the meds or a specific decline. He couldn't go to the apartment store for milk: no energy. I will have to try really hard to take him to the Civic.

And, at 16:45 today, Donna Cousineau, the research assistant nurse for Dr Hakim, phoned to ask if we'd seen Dr Halliday. I said no, but that we're off to see Dr Stotts tomorrow. Ms Cousineau said that she would try to have some documentation sent to the Civic ready for the appointment. I told her that Dad is not feeling well at all, blacking out, and leg trembling is persistent.

Finally, today, he's gone to bed at 20:48 hrs. Not feeling well at all. I do hope that we are able to have him checked for the stent and for medication changes that might improve the situation. I am not trying to be negative, but of late Dad has not been anywhere near as active as he was a mere three weeks ago. It might be the weather, and the inability to exercise, it might of course equally be the start of his demise. An unpleasant period exists.


Wednesday, March 26th., 2008: An interesting day. Much new information and advice received from Dr Grant J Stotts, at the Civic. Dad has to cease taking Plavix in lieu of beginning with Aggrenox (Dipyridamole/ASA). The latter includes aspirin.

The blood pressure readings that I had accrued, and which are shown above, led Dr Stotts to believe that Dad's brain/body was trying to resist the medication trying to lower his blood pressure. The reason was the purported attempts by the brain/body to remap the blood flows around his brain to cope with the much reduced flow caused by sclerosis in three of the four major arteries. The reading shown for today's date was that given by the machine in the hospital, an average of six readings.

Dr Stotts stated that he was more concerned with a lessening in the fluctuation of the blood pressure readings than the high levels attained. He did not like the systolic variation shown of 100mg. What he wanted was the lessening of the variation tied in with a gradual lowering of the average readings. This would/should eventually lead to a scenario whereby a stent or excision of plaque could be undertaken. This ameliorated situation should arrive within a few months and, in the meantime, the medications would be varied to ensure that the objective was achieved.

Dr Stotts was also aware of Dr Halliday being absent through illness. We shall again visit Dr Stotts in a month or two. I am to telephone should anything untoward occur.

The visit to Dr Pollock was not significant: Dad has to return in two months.

I do believe that Dad feels happier now: the visit to Dr Stotts was certainly beneficial. He was, when retiring to bed, cheerful and nosey! Normal, when feeling good.

Thursday, March 27th., 2008: It never stops, does it? Dad not feeling well this morning. I have had to do his laundry, and he wanted the beds in his room rearranged. Done that.

Except that he said he was told not to take Lipitor. My understanding is that he was not to change anything but remove Plavix for Aggrenox. I have phoned the assistant to Dr Stotts to determine whether I was totally deaf during our conversation at the Civic yesterday.

When I returned home this afternoon, Dad said he was feeling better, but that the Aggrenox had knocked him flat this morning. He also stated that Dr Stotts assistant nurse had telephoned to tell father that he was to take his Lipitor and to take his Aggrenox twice daily. So that's that cleared up: I knew that I had heard correctly. Wherever Dad's mind had gone it hadn't registered clearly that afternoon.

Saturday, March 29th., 2008: Two readings taken today, just to check. I think that watching the football (FIFA rules) must have raised his stress levels, given the importance to each side in this relegation battle in the English Premier.

Tuesday, April 2nd., 2008: The blood pressure readings are perhaps starting to drop. If this continues and there are no violent swings, then Dad will be able to have a stent or an operation. Probably the former: however, when I mentioned after taking his blood pressure this morning that things seemed to be improving, I also stated that if this continues he would be taken care of. He replied that he thought that was not going to happen. In other words, he hadn't remembered or hadn't heard, what Dr Stotts told him. I then explained what the doctor had hoped would happen and that he could be a lot better off soon.

Saturday, April 5th., 2008: Dad not feeling well for the last two days: probably because he is having stomach ache and his blood pressure is sky-rocketing. I am not happy with this, and will be phoning the hospital doctors on Monday, to see what may be possible to do about the situation. In my view, although the current opinion is to beware of hospitals, it might be necessary to have him admitted and checked out thoroughly. If he stabilises, then he should have arterial work as soon as is possible.

Monday, April 7th., 2008: My elder daughter, Sarah, has her 37th. birthday today. Dad told me this morning that he had forgotten to send her a card. This has not happened before: it suggests that his mental capacity is declining.

The other thing is his increasing weakness. He does not go out as much as has been usual, even compared with recent times, and I believe that this is medication related. The latest medication, that removed Plavix for Aggrenox has resulted in him having stomach ache. He also feels exceedingly weak and tired all of the time. He said when I returned home and asked if he had gone out that he found it really hard just to walk and attempt his usual distance.

I will try to contact one of the above-mentioned doctors tomorrow, to show them the blood pressure history shown below.

Wednesday, April 9th., 2008: Dad asked for his blood pressure to be taken earlier than usual because he wanted to go back to bed. Abnormal situation. He did not give any reason.

Apart from this, he had been worrying about my desire to run separate power lines for the air conditioners. These objects need separate circuits to allow correct usage (they were overloading, and therefore overheating, the poorly laid out wiring system last year) but he thinks I am trying to steal electricity: transparently not the case*, but he cannot be argued with. "You're not doing it", quoth he. I merely wish to have the circuits run within safe limits. Of course, you may think that this is trivial, but it would be much better to have power without worrying about limitations following the usage demanded by the air conditioner units: and they are required here in eastern Ontario. One can handle the cold better than heat, and Dad has problems coping with most things these days.

* The electricity meter is outside the apartment, down by the elevators. The fuse box is inside the apartment and has several free slots. Where does stealing come in? The usage of electricity this year won't be different from that last year, and that wasn't, or would be, stolen, either. Bloody rubbish.

Thursday, April 10th., 2008: Father completed his laundry chore.

I have had it with this situation. Given my witnessing of the treatment dished out by him to my mother, which Lynn can verify, I am certainly not going to allow myself to be handled in the same fashion at any time. That is how I was dealt with whilst trying to improve his health during our benighted summer heat by improving the wiring in the apartment. Dedicated lines would prevent inefficient working of the air conditioners, and stop the fuse line breaking that occurred last year.

So, unless he apologises shortly, or accepts the reality of the situation, I will be taking most of my belongings to storage and living in the Y, or similar, until I can find a cheap lodging place. That would also take my estrangement out of my hair, which in itself would be delightful.


Friday, April 18th., 2008: Dad stated that his walking is deteriorating rapidly. He now has to halt every few yards to rest. I don't know whether this is a result of medication side effects, or a rapid decrease in his wellbeing. If the latter, then I fear he won't last long.

Next week brings the first expected hot, humid spell; and how will that be dealt with in this apartment?

Mind you, things will improve in another arena, because the estrangement wants to terminate the marriage. One problem: I can't find my birth certificate. A replica is available from the General Register Office (Northern Ireland) for an inexpensive charge.

Saturday, April 19th., 2008: Blood pressure does seem to have improved. Even if papa feels awful all of the time: the effect of meds tiring him out? Would a stent/operation improve his wellbeing? Well, he would be able to complete the Guardian Weekly crossword, I expect.

Except that he is becoming weaker and doesn't look good, and tells me to be careful with whatever happens to my financial state. As if.

I don't feel happy with the current situation.

Sunday, April 20th., 2008: I asked whether he had gone for a walk: "Yes, but I walked too far and I felt sick with the pain". This is in his kidneys? The pain is in his back, somewhere that I can't determine exactly.

I shall have to talk to the doctor at either local or hospital level, because he doesn't want to bother. This is his usual attitude, that grates upon me, and, if he is to have any real improvement, needs to be discarded.

Tuesday, April 22nd., 2008: Blood pressure readings are declining, and I phoned Dr Stotts' answering service yesterday. Still awaiting response. Dad staggered to the table and was belching and sighing during the time it took to take the reading. Not a happy camper.

I phoned the Civic, for Dr Stotts, again this evening, giving this URL. I hope that the sequence for the latter part of the data below would indicate that something can be done soon for the old indefatigable. I can think of other words!

Wednesday, April 23rd., 2008: Received an email from the Civic. Dad to be seen by Dr Stotts on Monday at 10:45hrs., in C2. He is not well today, and is currently resting.

He wants to go down to the Rideau Centre to pick up medication, and is not walking well. This may be a reflection of the lowering of blood pressure: the meds working against the need for blood in the brain. He has to hold on to things as he wanders around the apartment. I will put off what I was planning for in case I have to do anything for him.

Thursday, April 24th., 2008: Pater's daughter's birthday today: 64, the retirement year in NZ schooling for her.

Dad not good in the morning, so that he managed to do his laundry in the afternoon. I offered to do it, but he preferred doing it himself.

Saturday, April 26th., 2008: What is happening? His blood pressure has risen by a significant measure. Not that it wasn't upsetting prior to this, when it seemed to be too low.

Monday, April 28th., 2008: Visit to Civic produced the following: removal of Aggrenox, replaced by Plavix.

This choice was made because Dr Stotts believes it is the Aggrenox that is causing stomach problems and diarrhoea.

Also, the chat resulted in the decision that any kind of physical intervention has too high a likelihood of stroke inducement. Therefore, Dr Stotts plans to maintain Dad's blood pressure at the current levels, slightly higher than would normally be acceptable. This would push the blood into the brain, and although the probability of a stroke is at 10%, it will not cause the risk to rise.

In three months we will revisit the Civic to see Dr Stotts, and see what has transpired. This is scheduled for Wednesday, July 16th. Dr Stotts feels that Dad is healthy for his age, albeit the arterial problems exacerbate his mental capacity and comfort. Dr Stotts stated that even with a stent/operation there would be no mental improvement. Dad is unlikely ever to return to his prior mental capabilities. No easy way now to complete his Guardian Weekly crossword.

Note: It may be nasty, but I try not to do anything that would reduce his exercise. That I have had occasion to do his laundry, for example, is only because he was totally incapable for that period of time.

For Sarah: Dad is still prone to eat unhealthy food, but it is comfort for him. There is fish oil in his diet, salmon at least once every two weeks or more often, and other stuff from delicatessens and similar establishments. He eats far too many potatoes and other starches, but that's unlikely to change. In less than three months he will be 89, and today, whilst we were waiting for Dr Stotts to return, he quite clearly stated that he wanted only to push through to at least August. For family visiting reasons, of course.

Tuesday, April 29th., 2008: Odd today: Dad asked me to take his blood pressure again early this evening. It is significantly higher. He stated that his legs and right side were excessively problematic, and he was the same coming off the bus on the way home earlier. In between, there was the tense soccer game between ManU and Barcelona. That might have raised his BP given the way the game went.

Wednesday, May 1st., 2008: Next appointment at Civic rescheduled: Dr Stotts at 13:45hrs.

Sunday, May 4th., 2008: Dad comes to my door at 21:30hrs, stating that he has been feeling poorly for the last hour, with weakness down his right-hand side. He is going to bed now. Is this because of the change of medication? Note the increase in blood pressure in the past couple of days, below. And, whereas I haven't felt the cold lately, he is complaining of the outdoors, even when it really is warming up in Ontario.

I hope this is not a sign of a general deterioration, but if necessary might he have to return to Aggrenox? And then what? Back to side effects, probably.

When do I send for an ambulance? What level of distress would be relevant? No clue, or poor judgement on my part.

Monday, May 5th., 2008: Well, he was a little late arising but told me his weakness had gone from his side. However, he said he was still having diarrhoea. When, after I had had a mishap taking some boxes down  to storage, a considerable chore (I had left the dolly outside in the Ottawa winter, and one of the tires decided to self-destruct and I had to take off the boxes and rush both ways to fetch an older, solid tyred monstrosity), I returned and took his blood pressure. It has dropped again. But, he now states he has no appetite. What next?

At dinner he complained of back pains in the kidney area. I can't find what it is, and I told him he ought to check with a doctor. This is persistent, but he, and I, forgot to raise the subject when with Dr Stotts.

It is 20:25hrs. Dad knocks on the door to tell me he is going to bed early again. He has had weakness, the numbness and shakes, down his right-hand side since dinner. Second night in a row.

Tuesday, May 6th., 2008: Dad did not get out of bed at his usual time. In fact, I had to ask what was going on. He arose just about 09:30hrs as I was going out to replace the wheels on my dolly at storage. I came back and he was worried about his prescriptions. I took them down to the pharmacist at the Rideau Centre. When I came back at 16:00hrs this afternoon he was working through his prescription details to try to discover why he has been having stomach and back problems, including the constant diarrhoea. I remarked that he should contact his doctor, assuming that Dr Halliday has returned from sickness. I phoned, but no answer or ability to leave a message.

I have just taken his blood pressure, and as I walked away he muttered something. I asked him what he had said, and he replied that he didn't want to take his meds this evening. Because of the stomach problems. I told him that he can't start and stop with them, and that we should have a talk with Dr Halliday, or Dr Stotts or someone else who can alleviate his condition. If, indeed, that is possible.

He did state, and he is feeling better now than he did this morning, that the medication details tell him that three of them can give him stomach troubles. That's why he wants to stop them in the evening. I don't think that is a proper decision.

And, for the third day in a row, he has had right side problems after dinner. Gone to bed at 22:20hrs, leaving one of his favourite programmes still running.

Wednesday, May 7th., 2008: Dad not up until past 09:30hrs (historically, a few minutes before 08:00 was normal). Did not get to sleep until past 02:00hrs this morning, having had stomach ache. Talked to him just now, 10:00hrs.

We will be at Dr Halliday's locum at 15:15hrs tomorrow, Thursday. Dad wants to stop his medication. I tell him to continue, one cannot simply stop them because they hurt. Asked him if he had tried Tums, which I discovered he has in his bathroom cupboard. Don't know if he has, as yet.

This afternoon, when I came back from my jaunts, Dad showed me a piece of paper denoting an appointment with Dr Stotts, for next Monday, 15:00hrs at the Civic. "Did you phone him about my stomach?" quoth Papa. Squeaky wheel seemingly works.

Thursday, May 8th., 2008: I was awoken by road work on gas supply in the road outside. Therefore, I got out of bed and did a storage run. When I came back, at about 09:00hrs, Dad was up. I asked him how he was: had to go to the toilet three times in the night: diarrhoea. I asked him if he wanted me to do his laundry. He said he would try to do it, so that's happening as I write this. Dr Halliday's locum this afternoon, to see what he might offer.

Dr Maloley ((613) 594-2831) was interesting: he told us that none of the meds were really the cause of Dad's stomach/back problems. He suspects that it could be ischaemic colitis (what causes his neck arterial constrictions could equally well cause the same problem in his colon. So, after the chat about bowel movements, etc., etc., we went down to the clinic in the basement where blood samples were taken related to this theory.

Forgot to take Dad's blood pressure, and can't now because he went to bed at 21:00hrs. He looked a little better today because he had been outside, and had had a little more exercise than of late.

However, chicken and egg? Food and medication, which is affecting him more? Appetite falling, as is mine, but mine is dislike of the menu, whereas his is of what cause?

Saturday, May 10th., 2008: I ran two storage runs this morning in the beautiful weather. And, Dad never went out today, claiming that he had right side troubles whilst washing up the breakfast dishes. His blood pressure levels seem to be levelling off again. We shall see. Sarah phoned yesterday, and her mother, Diana Morgan, emailed me. Unfortunately, the NCF email server has been down for two days, and I can't send a reply to her. That will occur when they fix the box, but I wonder why they have no back-up to cope with such a disaster. Hundreds of people are affected.

Tuesday, May 13th., 2008: Civic yesterday. Dr Stotts pleased that we are having tests done, and that we should keep on with the family doctor because the Civic cannot be used for normal problems. Fair enough.

The blood pressure tests are high. No idea why, but we'll keep on measuring daily, anyway.

Friday, May 16th., 2008: Blood pressure up, down, up. Plus, his usual intemperate loss of control has left me utterly cold. I reiterate: I will NOT be treated as my mother was, continually. He was sorry when I returned home: but, as I recall, he was always sorry to Mum, too. I shall be removing my belongings to storage, as and when I can afford to, both in cost of packaging and time. And then we'll see.

Tuesday, May 27th., 2008: Yesterday, we went to see Dr Pollock, the cardiac doctor. It was apparent that Dad had not mentioned the TIA in his previous visits. I had to go through the scenario so that Dr Pollock could take notes. The mitral valves in Dad's heart that are wearing out are Dr Pollock's concern, not the sclerotic arteries. But, it was important, in my view, that Dr Pollock was made aware of events.

Friday, June 27th., 2008: Dad increasingly prone to intellectual mistakes, and his medication is causing diarrhoea, both weakening him and not helping him go out for a walk. Warm weather, thunderstorms of late.

Wednesday, July 2nd., 2008: Dad eats too much; I have tried to talk to him about it, but he persists in feeding the forty thousand, it seems. I can't cope with what he puts on my plate, and I exercise far more than he does. Not that he wouldn't do more if he could, afraid as he is of losing bowel control when perambulating somewhere.

Thursday, July 10th., 2008: Well, Dad survived the elongated lunch for his birthday that occurred yesterday. There were as many of us there at the Mekong, on Somerset near Bronson, as could be expected. Kavita, David's lady, was not there after undergoing an horrendous operation to remove a benign tumour in and around her upper thorax.

The family members present were: Lynn, her son David, my daughters Sarah and Katharine, Sarah's husband Prasannavira, their daughter Rhea, Katharine's mother Michelle, Renée, Michelle's sister, and me. Food was good, but the service was poor; they dropped stuff on the stair, and they were inordinately long in dealing with us. Luckily, there was no need for speed, the cakes waiting in the apartment could keep.

Tuesday, July 15th., 2008: Pressure readings of late seem high: extra fatty food or stress resulting from visitors? Who knows? Dad is eating more eggs, and cake, but is also eating other healthier food.

Thursday, July 24th., 2008: Dad did not want to go to the doctor's office today. However, given that Lynn is here, and she told him that he ought to because of what he has been going through, that it is in his own interest to do it. So, we went.

The outcome is given here, in the series of notes that Lynn wrote:

Visit to Dr Halliday re weakness/diarrhoea.
Q1. Diarrhoea for 6 days - may be over now. Can we take Immodium?
A. Metamucil, Kaopectate or Immodium are OK ( Lynn bought Immodium).

Q2. Medication exhausts him. OK when rises; after breakfast and pills is totally exhausted. What can we do?
A. After feeling Dad's tummy, Dr Halliday weighed him (130lbs) and asked about changes in medication. Not since May.

Dr Halliday then asked for a stool sample to check for germs from hospital visit at end of December '07 as he also had diarrhoea when he visited locum when Dr H was sick in May..

Paul is to phone Dr Halliday in about a week and a half to check results. (Approx. August 5th)

Dr Halliday also asked if Dad had had the stent. Remarked on the fact that it might be for the best that he hadn't.

Wednesday, July 30th., 2008: The bollixed mess that was related to the excrement sampling has been dropped. The clinic had forgotten to refrigerate the samples, and after fetching other envelopes and sample cards, we decided to forget the whole thing. Dad does not have c. difficile, otherwise he would show constant severe symptoms, but his diarrhoea is episodic. Lynn told me that he often got the squits whenever he visited NZ. I think he is sensitive to changes in his diet &/or water sources. Or, something else is the cause, but it is not related to his hospital visit at the beginning of the year.

Sunday, August 3rd., 2008: Of course, now that Lynn has returned to Auckland, the food scenario returns to abnormal. Immediately after yesterday, when we went down to the Table restaurant, Wellington and Holland, for a decent meal, I am required to return home this evening with potatoes, cauliflower and broccoli. The same mix that I have grown to hate, because that's all that is cooked. It's my fault, of course, because I think that Dad should cook and do other things to maintain his physical status. But, it follows that I absolutely hate the result.

Monday, August 4th., 2008: When I returned home this afternoon, I remarked that I hadn't needed my umbrella. I asked Dad if he had gone out: "Only a little, just down to Cooper and around the block and back. I'm feeling tired today". That and the fact that he is cooking the same stuff as yesterday. Yuck.

Friday, August 8th., 2008: Interesting blood pressure readings. Probably because a) he's excited about the new digital box for a lot of soccer/rugby games; b) he had not taken his medication after a large meal, and will now since he has remembered about them.

Saturday, August 16th., 2008: Readings have been yo-yoing. The research on stents has shown that they have a very limited effective life. The other part is that medication works better. So, Raymond Ernest, having had medication for a considerable period, is better off than he might well have been. Other than being increasingly crusty.

Thursday, August 21st., 2008: Dad told me today that Dr Stott's assistant has put back the appointment until 2:15pm on Monday. I had no idea that this was on.

I have also told him to stop eating so much: he is having problems with his hernia. It is constantly hurting, even when sitting comfortably. Something happening here.

Furthermore, yesterday we went to the hearing aid centre on Metcalfe, and Dad had his ears tested. He has differential loss between his right ear, which is worse, and his left. There was, early this year, a period when he was receiving an antibiotic for an ear infection. This was medicine that adversely affected him.

Not only that, but his hearing is rapidly deteriorating: I have to repeat myself constantly, even when speaking loudly and slowly. He is lip-reading a lot, according to both me and the doctor, Isobelle Carrière, who tested him.

Wednesday, August 27th., 2008: This is the second day after being advised to do so, that Dad has rested at the table for five minutes before I take his blood pressure. Early days, but it seems to be lower. Dr Stotts will see Dad again on March 9th., 2009. He added a 20mg Fosinopril to his evening meds, doubling the dose. Dr Stotts is trying to alter his average BP to something a little lower, although he did admit that Dad was somewhat better overall. The frequency of loss of control on his right side is much lower nowadays.

Saturday, August 30th., 2008: Dad was over an hour late out of bed this morning. He has groin problems, and does not wear his belt at night. I think that he should begin doing so, because if he moves around unconsciously, as nearly all of us do, then he could be straining the hernia that is present. The doctors have stated that it would be better for him not to be operated on. This has not happened before, and, of course, my fertile imagination thought of other things that could have gone bump in the night.

Further to this, he has been sitting with his head down; when I asked if he wanted me to start the TV he agreed. He then stated that he felt sickly and didn't want to take his meds. I told him that it was necessary to take them, and then to sit and watch the football whilst relaxed. He doesn't have to eat just yet. Worrying situation.

When I returned this afternoon, after picking up a couple of sandwiches at La Bottega (By-Town), Dad told me he had just got off the bed, where he had lain since the Arsenal-Newcastle game had ended. Obviously not so swift today.

Monday, September 1st., 2008: I arrive here after my afternoon relaxation to discover Dad laid out on his bed. He is sleeping/napping in his chair more and more often. A sign of what, exactly?

Tuesday, September 2nd., 2008: Dad states that he'll have to see the doctor (Halliday) because he is always tired, especially after taking his medication. Also, hearing aid and glasses on the books. Ophthalmologist to see when given the go-ahead by the doctor.

I returned home after carrying a fair number of boxes, well I used a dolly, from one storage box to another on the ground floor at A1, etc that was recently SecureMax, and after a visit to the Library and a relaxation at Elgin I shopped for the evening meal. Dad stated that he thought that Dr Halliday would rather he died than sort out the hearing aid. I don't know what exactly Dad had said on the phone, but his hearing may be at fault given that I have to really shout and be slow when speaking to him. I asked him if he had asked for an appointment, because of his eyesight. No, he thought that all Halliday would be doing is sending back information to Isobelle Carrière. Dad stated that he could go at any time.

Plus, we will have to buy another telephone with a tape operation for messages.

Friday, September 5th., 2008: It has been apparent that Dad has become increasingly deaf. His blood pressure is also up lately, which may be affecting the tinnitus in his right ear. This evening, we went down to Zak's Diner. Dad had the french onion soup and promptly couldn't handle all of the main course, a breakfast, stating that he had lost his appetite. It did not stop him eating a goodly portion of what was on the plate, although he donated some sausages to me.

We now have an answering machine on the new phone I found today. Lousy service at Bell World meant that I walked down to Staples on Bank, just south of Somerset, and found a decent GE phone with by far enough attributes to enable Dad to receive messages and to be able to phone the two girls, his daughter Lynn and granddaughter Sarah, by pressing either A or B.

Saturday, September 6th., 2008: Dad nervous about meeting these people from his past in his teaching position in Edgbaston, Birmingham. Due to meet them at 6pm at the Mekong on Somerset, close to Bronson Street. I mentioned this fact to a couple of ladies in the Library book shop. They thought it was an honour for him that people would want to meet him after such a long time. I know that that has not been apparent from Dad's demeanour.

RED came in just about 8pm and said he managed to get through it all. One of the people was from Needwood, the school near Burton-upon-Trent, that he taught at before leaving the UK.

Sunday, September 14th., 2008: Dad not too sharp today. Suffering from right-side shaking and tingling. He didn't want to watch a tape today, of Man City v Chelsea, because he felt unwell. Not like him. Tonight he was ennobled to tell me where some paperwork was. Not that I'm counting hours, but the stress tells on one, don't you know?

Thursday, September 18th., 2008: BP reading taken just after Dad had come up from the laundry and I was about to leave. This looks like pressure related, probably normal after activity.

Sunday, September 21st., 2008: When I arrived home, I asked Dad had he been out. No, he stated, because he had not felt at all well today. He is still insisting on cooking the evening meal, however, however much it is overcooked. Taking after his mother, in a way: I remember my grandmother cooking cabbage until it was totally yellow and limp and wept water when placed on our plates.

After dinner, I ask how he is doing: the response is that he has no strength and his right side is acting up. And, just after 21:00 he went off to bed, an hour and one half prior to normal.

Thursday, September 25th., 2008: Yesterday, Dad never left the apartment. He told me he wasn't feeling well; blood pressure was moderately high. His right leg giving him problems, too. I wonder whether I shall have to start doing his laundry each week? He is slowly becoming weaker, and not going out reduces his fitness levels: sitting in the same position on his armchair is not good for his circulation.

So, after seeing him lying on his bed, after I had spent several hours on the phone with an incident regarding a Win2003 Server box, which later I discovered has not been cured, I did indeed do his laundry. Dad is not feeling too swift.

At dinner time, as he was starting to make the meal, I watched as he bent over for a long time trying to pull out potatoes from the bottom shelves. Then, he went to the toilet, and I took his blood pressure thereafter.

It is high, indeed. I shall take it again, later on this evening. Which I have, and it's a little lower. Finally, as he bids me good night, he asks if I know where his paperwork is in the drawers in his bedroom.

What does it mean? A desire or presentiment?

Saturday, September 27th., 2008: On Friday, Paul Newman died after a long bout suffering from cancer. Dad is fading, given that his right leg is almost always weak and preventing him from walking much: if he stays at home perpetually, I can't envisage him lasting very long. Pessimist am I, but if he states the doctors can do nothing about his leg, and I can't remember what they actually have said, then it can't become any better, can it?

Tuesday, September 30th., 2008: This is a Champion's League soccer day, and Dad tells me has been lying on the bed most of the time I was out, which has done what? Pressure from the soccer caused his to rise unduly? Too much lying down facing upwards? I shall take his pressure again a little after the games are over.

Friday, October 3rd., 2008: Things are deteriorating, given that Dad told me that he feels much more frail than recently. For example, tonight was the first time I have had to cook and wash up the dishes. Previously, I preferred him doing that, just for exercise and mental maintenance. However, he is finding it difficult to do the short crossword in the Guardian Weekly of late, and to do other stuff.

He told me he is worrying about things, and wanted to show me details of certain matters that are of import when he dies. It may be related to the medication, because having to sleep because one has taken one's dose for the morning is persistent. It makes life harder for him, and he isn't going out as often. I asked him, as I have mentioned, to use a walking stick, but.

I, too, am worried, but he has had a long life, and if he can't walk come wintertime, what pleasure, other than watching sports is there? He can't hear well, and he can't read well, and he is increasingly asleep. These are signs?

Tuesday, October 7th., 2008: Well, Dad went out yesterday, because he had his ears lowered severely at Anna's on Sparks Street. As well as that, he had a pedicure because he can't cut his own toenails. That was what he told me last night.

Nothing on Setanta for two days, but Rugby of sorts comes on Thursday, and the weekend brings Euro World Cup fixtures. Father, papa, Dad, pater seems to be looking more and more often in the centre drawer of his bedroom's table, where there are documents. Worrying about things that will happen when he won't be here to do so.

Saturday, October 11th., 2008: European World Cup play-offs on, so Dad has been watching those today. I have noticed that in the past few days he has been reading again, using a magnifying glass. Plus, he must have been somewhere to buy fruit, so he has been out a few times this week. Good.

Sunday, October 12th., 2008: The constant flux of the blood pressure readings must mean something. What, exactly?

Thursday, October 15th., 2008: A day after the Canadian General Election: where the Harper government rejoices in another minority status. This is the ungovernable situation that Harper was claiming for the reason to hold another election: the fourth in eight years. Utter disgrace.

Apart from that, Dad staggered to his feet and made it to the table for today's readings. Not too swift, and another erratic result.

Friday, October 17th., 2008: Readings taken after Dad had gone to the apartment store for milk. I did the laundry for him today, except that some clot had opened the dryer doors, and thus the expense was increased.

Monday, October 20th., 2008: Autumn has arrived in Ottawa. Dad is constantly tired, especially shortly after taking his morning medication. I go to the doctor tomorrow, about my damaged hip and its effects on my right leg when I'm walking. I don't want a car, and I can't afford one anyway. It shortly will be virtually impossible to use a bicycle, given that the first snow of the season is expected tomorrow, too.

Tuesday, October 21st., 2008: Dull day, raining, and Dad is sleeping, as is more common these days, after his morning's intake of medications. He was pleased that I cooked potatoes yesterday evening. I think his intake of this vegetable is far more than is required.

One other thing; he is going to bed at 22:00 more often these days, compared with the 22:30 which was preceded by 23:00 as his typical retirement time.

Wednesday, October 22nd., 2008: Another day, and when, after the evening meal I asked "How are you doing?", the reply was "I won't be around for long". Oh, wonderful, positive thought!!

As I have mentioned, he is sleeping much more, and this does remind me of my paternal grandfather, and the way that his life ended. Wash up after lunch, sit down in the favourite chair, and never wake up after the usual snooze. That was in 1976, February. I was 33, my father 56, some little time ago.

A phone call from my youngest daughter, Katharine, this evening. Yesterday, father had asked me where they (Katharine and her other relatives) were, since they haven't been here for some time. They will be here this Saturday: but there are football games on the box! Association football to you, sonny.

Saturday, October 25th., 2008: A hectic day for papa. The reading this evening was fraught because the machine ran three times, giving an error message, before the final, high, results were shown.

Monday, October 27th., 2008: Pressure taken soon after he had had a shower. He admits it takes it out of him just to keep himself clean. I told him to keep dirty: the joke failed. At least in another story an old football manager, the sixty-one years old Harry Redknapp, has made a success on his joining Tottenham to take charge.

Tuesday, October 28th., 2008: A somewhat worrisome time this morning: I had to wait for just over an hour to become aware that Dad had got out of bed. Should I go into his bedroom, should I wait? This is likely to occur more frequently.

The other thing is the forgetfulness: Dad has been phoning about his meds, one of which is down to two days. Speaking on the phone with Shoppers Drug Mart in the Rideau Centre, they told Dad he could only have a couple of days, because the Doctor had not responded so far. I fetched them.

The unfortunate thing is that Dad remarked that Dr Stotts is just waiting for him to die. This is the irritating negativity that is apparent so much these days. I remarked that Dr Stotts was not waiting for that, but simply being the consultant who has been supportive in considerable ways over the past year or so. Dad admitted this was so.

There are live Premier football games on today and tomorrow, so that is something that will maintain his interest.

Friday, October 31st., 2008: Dad has nearly run out of Metoprolol, so we have had the pharmacists phoning the doctor (?) for a further prescription. Dad had thought it was Dr Stotts, but looking at the data above, I discovered it was Dr Halliday, who is on shorter hours. In any event, I phoned Dr Halliday this morning and left a message. Dad had gone to the Shopper's Drug Mart pharmacy in the Rideau Centre yesterday, but forgot to ask for the seven days they told me they would provide. I shall go down this afternoon.

As I did, and Dad has his full medical array back in working order.

Sunday, November 2nd., 2008: Dad had a call from his grand-nephew David yesterday evening. He was happy about that. Today, there was a good game on the box: Bolton, bottom, beat Man City 2-0. Good game, excellent result for a rough team against what claims to be the wealthiest team in the World.

After dinner, I washed up, and had to wait whilst Dad staggered his way past me to his chair: much less steady these days.

Thursday, November 6th., 2008: Dad managed to do his laundry. When I left to do the shopping I asked him if he was going out. He then told me he wasn't feeling very well. The evening test of blood pressure gave a lower reading than is normal.

Friday, November 7th., 2008: Is the time of day the pressure is read of importance? I have taken a few later in the evening. These are much lower, prior to Dad taking the meds before retiring to bed. He was almost asleep when I roused him for today's readings.

Saturday, November 8th., 2008: Visit from Michelle and Katharine, the former of whom brought home made pies for Dad's meals. Nice of her to do so. We went to the Mekon on Somerset for lunch. It was much better food and service than the previous visit offered, and M & K took the remains back to Montréal.

As they left for the road trip, I remarked that it was obvious that it is unlikely that Dad will reach his 90th birthday, or even be here for the birth of his second great-granddaughter. The latter is due in April 2009. Michelle agreed he is much more frail.

At lunch Dad stated that the doctors were waiting for him to die, because they didn't want to spend more money on him, given the amount of medications he takes each day. I must say this was enough to make me angry, it's one more instance of his constant negativity.

His daughter Lynn phoned to state that she will phone next Thursday! I think she remains on holiday, somewhere away from Auckland.

Sunday, November 9th., 2008: George, a friend that I see occasionally at the Elgin 'Bucks, asked after my father this afternoon. I stated that he is increasingly frail: it was difficult for him to cope with the two visitors from Montréal yesterday.

George wondered whether Dad should be placed in a home. I think not, even if it might be free. I doubt whether he would last a week, and it's not impossible for me to keep going with what I do here. I am a selfish, difficult person to deal with, with one horrendous propensity for anger. My response to certain situations has not helped, I would admit. But, he should not be fobbed off on people, or circumstances, that are inimical to his psyche.

Whatever, the two steak and kidney pies I cooked actually tasted fine!

Tuesday, November 11th., 2008, Remembrance Day, ninety year anniversary of the end of WWI: Took Dad's BP after he had gone for milk at the apartment's store. He has not been out for very long, if at all, in the past few days. Seems to be more and more tired: couldn't finish watching a football game yesterday. He had to go and lie down during the second half.

Thursday, November 13th., 2008: Dad not too well today. Has been thinking of buying adult diapers, since has been complaining that the medication makes him somewhat incontinent. We'll see, but since I had a seminar this evening, I was unable to shop for him, and, with the inclement weather, I doubt that he went out.

Friday, November 14th., 2008: Dad bought himself some Depend diapers today. The bag sits by the front door, unopened as yet. He has shown signs of tiredness today, in excess of his normal behaviour. Oh, well. there's Premier League football on tomorrow. I hope he is energised enough to watch that.

Sunday, November 16th., 2008: I really don't know what is going on with the blood pressure readings. Both showed an erratic status and the diastolic readings are also high. Dad has been watching the football, two games from England this morning. Sedentary, as usual. We had sandwiches last night.

Monday, November 17th., 2008: I really do not believe that the instrument is faulty, so that what is happening to the readings is worrisome. The range is widening and the erratic notification is becoming an almost daily occurrence. Furthermore, the first attempt produced an error regarding the pulse reading. The reading given is the second run.

What should I do about this? I am deciding between contacting Dr Stotts and Dr Halliday. The latter is often off ill, himself, so it would be better to approach the former, logically.

Around 10:00hrs I phoned and left a message with Dr Stotts' secretary/assistant.

Saturday, November 22nd., 2008: As the football shenanigans go on, with another Arsenal disaster, and Sarah Palin having herself interviewed, whilst in the background turkeys are decapitated, Dad tells me as he retires that he is growing weaker every day. He also states that the singing in his right ear has been going on for months and will not stop. At least he was able to enjoy the weekly sandwich from La Bottega, and to watch several football games on Setanta. Tomorrow, once more, there are a couple of games, and then Champions League through the week.

Is it my cooking that is the cause of this? Somehow, I doubt it, but staying at home more frequently, with the attendant lack of exercise, cannot be helping him.

I have mentioned that I doubt he will be here when my second granddaughter appears, but one never knows, does one? Once more, I forgot to take his blood pressure, but is it really necessary to worry him every day? The readings do vary a lot, so that's of little comfort, what?

Wednesday, November 26th., 2008:  I wonder what the medication is doing. If one looks at the records below, there is no apparent rhyme nor reason for the variations shown. Dad thought that his high reading for today's date was because he had a bath (shower, actually). This, he said, is difficult to do these days.

Just after 16:00 local time, Sarah phoned from London, UK. She has had a scan and the baby, a girl due next year, is apparently healthy. Nice to hear: Sarah chatted to Dad and apprised him of the news too.

Friday, November 28th., 2008: Yesterday, I was at a day long Tech Days session for Microsoft products. Long and tiring. When I eventually returned home, Dad said he had had a bad day. I did notice he had done his laundry. Today, he seems a bit better, which is shown by the reading.

Monday, December 1st., 2008: Freezing rain this morning, but it was warm and clear enough for Dad to have gone out later. He was back for the Liverpool v West Ham game, but slept most of the evening. I had ordered Stabilicer overshoes, for walking on ice or snow for myself. They were the wrong size, so I gave them to him, and shall re-order for myself tomorrow. Basically, when the weather deteriorates, he will be much safer out in the poor weather that is coming. Should he be able to transport himself given his relative deterioration over the past weeks.

Thursday, December 4th., 2008: An odd pair of readings with a failing with the pulse estimate both times.

Saturday, December 6th., 2008: A visit by two Montréalers today, who will return on December 22nd., and with whom Dad refused to go for lunch. He didn't feel well today, dodgy according to him. He didn't fancy the food, which is unusual. This restaurant offers Chinese cuisine, which turns out to be Katharine's favourite, including restaurants in Montréal, a surprise to me.

Later on, I tried to do a reading for him, and the machine kept rerunning and producing an error message. I tried it on myself, which seemed good enough (129/98, where my pulse was higher than I expected, but I do feel stressed these days, plus I don't exercise as much as I once did, prior to my injury) .

Then, running the machine again, it produced the high result, which Dad said was confirmation of how poorly he felt.

Tuesday, December 9th., 2008: Unfortunately, earlier today, whilst I was in the shower, Dad had an episode whereby he should have been wearing his Depends item. Enough said.

Sunday, December 14th., 2008: I mentioned to Dad that the shaking of his arms that I have noticed of late may be due to the high readings. He thought that they were better because he had been exercising them. He showed me by raising them over his head, but he grunted with the pain. I really don't know what is going on, but what's new about that?

Tuesday, December 16th., 2008: I mentioned to Dad that, because the readings have been constantly high, he should go to the doctor. He countered that Dr Halliday didn't give a damn, so why should he. Harrumph!

Wednesday, December 17th., 2008: Dad managed to contact Dr Halliday's receptionist this morning, so that I was able to fetch two of his medicines (Diovan and Metoprolol: I had obtained two others yesterday) from Shopper's Drug Mart in the Rideau Centre. That should take him safely through the Christmas/New Year period. However, Dad is less alert and in my opinion cannot think as clearly as he was once able. Plus, he is sleeping longer during the day. Medication, as I have stated, but also aging processes are the reasons.

Friday, December 19th., 2008: These readings are very high: Dad went out into the frigid weather today. He walked to the CIBC on Bank and back again: upwards of a mile. This was the first time he has been out for a time; the local bus strike has not helped him or many others in his position (or the workers in the stores that have no business). Note that the last part of walking home from where he was is inevitably up a long slope. That always takes it out of him; for the last few years, especially since he has had vascular problems in his legs. Arterial erosion, as I recall.

I don't know whether the exercise, abnormal lately, has triggered a reaction, or if my cooking has been a factor. I have been trying different things, where the dietary constituents may be relevant. I cannot decide whether to phone for an ambulance or not. It would cause Dad extreme stress in its own way.

Lynn phones shortly, anyway, and I'll email right now to have her check this. Perhaps she can bring up Dad's own opinions on his condition when she talks to him.

Sunday, December 21st., 2008: The shortest day of the year. The longest walk in the snow for me, for a while, just like yesterday. These recently purchased overshoes (Stabilicers), with screws as studs, really do work.

However, the reason for this posting is that I told Dad that the last minced pie was his. He came to the cupboard, and grasped the container, and then stood there like a statue. He was having problems with his right side, preventing him from moving off towards his chair, the one placed before the TV. I asked him what was wrong, and he could barely tell me, presumably because he could not quite cope. Tomorrow, the people from Montréal come for a visit. Dad told me this evening that he won't, just like the previous time, go to the restaurant again. Doesn't like the food any more: I said we could go somewhere else, but he was dismissive.

Things gradually worsen, nicht wahr?

Monday, December 22nd., 2008: Waiting for the personages from Montréal. Dad went for milk. I waited for a little while afterwards, but the bp reading was still very high.

On another matter, a letter arrived today from the Québec Justice Department advising me that I am not married. Quelle horreur!!

Wednesday, December 24th., 2008: Dad had a telephone call from Michael, living in Kibworth, Leicestershire, my cousin, Dad's nephew. Michael seems to be doing well, and is now 60 years old. His sister is older, but younger than I am. No word on how she's doing.

The lack of available exercise, and the inclement weather and attendant bus strike, means Dad is having to weather this very high set of BP readings. I have no clue what I should be doing. It is better not to have him, at Christmas, forced off to hospital, methinks.

Tuesday, December 30th., 2008: The penultimate day of 2008, and after two days of me forgetting to take his bp, the readings have restarted. Dad tells me he has diarrhoea, so that he won't be able to eat any minced pies later on. Shame, but it only gives me more to eat.

The other thing for the day, after much prior thought, was that I bought and installed a Microsoft camera/microphone. The further installation of Skype and MS IM means that free calls with video are possible with conference calls an additional perk. That's if members of the family have the requisite parts attached to their computers. I believe that Lynn has a Mac, and they usually come with a camera/microphone.

We'll see if Dad can be hooked up visually over the net to NZ, OZ and the UK. That would be nice, and maybe to Montréal as well.

It's eight in the evening, and Dad is sitting there in the dark, the pills making him energiless. He's thinking of getting up tomorrow, taking his pills and returning to bed until the effects wear off.

I don't know if that is a good idea or not. We'll find out, won't we?

Date   Time Blood pressure
Heart Rate
March 6th 16:40 202/99 48
March 7th 09:40 168/58 46
March 8th 20:00 182/66 46
March 9th 11:20 189/74 45
March 10th 17:30 197/87 45
March 11th 15:00 138/78 54
March 12th 10:30 149/66 47
March 13th 16:45 183/66 47
March 14th 18:55 177/58 55
March 15th 18:00 222/82 43
March 18th 10:00 156/85 49
March 19th 10:22 161/59 51
March 20th 10:40 121/62 51
March 21st 11:02 178/66 44
March 22nd 19:50 183/110 49
March 23rd 10:05 162/70 46
March 24th 18:05 214/74 43
March 25th 10:55 176/64 48
March 26th 10:45 177/63 (avg. of 6) 46 at Civic
March 27th 11:25 186/116 47
March 28th 19:25 182/68 48
March 29th 18:35 209/76 48
March 29th 18:40 202/82 48
March 30th 10:15 177/94 50
March 31st 08:50 187/68 52
April 1st 10:05 169/73 51
April 2nd 10:00 163/68 47
April 3rd 09:15 158/66 51
April 4th 11:00 202/70 48
April 5th 17:05 212/76 48
April 6th 10:15 191/70 50
April 7th 10:45 184/112 47
April 8th 10:30 154/65 52
April 9th 09:00 177/66 61
April 10th 11:10 164/89 53
April 18th 11:10 165/82 51
April 19th 09:10 145/92 52
April 20th 09:35 146/69 49
April 21st 09:35 128/62 53
April 22nd 10:05 123/62 57
April 23rd 09:25 153/97 56
April 24th 11:00 158/65 53
April 25th 11:05 173/72 48
April 26th 09:05 170/72 54
April 27th 10:12 166/74 51
April 28th 11:20 150/55 (avg. of 6) 49 at Civic
April 29th 10:00 140/60 50
April 29th 17:45 190/78 47
April 30th 10:10 156/62 54
May 1st 10:20 142/58 51
May 2nd 09:35 130/64 49
May 3rd 12:00 170/76 49
May 4th 11:55 176/80 51
May 5th 11:40 139/61 44
May 6th 16:10 169/74 47
May 7th 16:15 180/103 45
May 7th 16:20 174/74 78
May 9th 10:25 151/68 48
May 10th 16:50 154/70 48
May 12th 15:30 197/51 (avg. of 6) at Civic
May 13th 16:20 206/70 47
May 14th 09:20 154/70 48
May 15th 10:20 162/70 48
May 16th 10:40 178/66 46
May 17th 08:05 154/78 51
May 18th 11:05 153/87 49
May 19th 10:05 143/68 49
May 20th 10:05 169/66 47
May 21st 09:25 164/82 50
May 22nd 11:10 140/68 47
May 23rd 09:35 135/66 56
May 24th 10:25 138/66 47
May 25th 10:35 142/63 46
May 27th 10:35 162/75 45
May 28th 10:40 165/73 46
May 29th 11:10 171/73 47
May 30th 16:50 182/82 49
May 31st 09:15 167/71 49
June 1st 09:40 135/66 49
June 2nd 11:20 172/81 46
June 3rd 10:10 151/79 47
June 4th 10:55 142/78 45
June 5th 17:10 169/76 52
June 6th 10:30 132/63 45
June 7th 21:00 173/75 52
June 10th 17:40 154/79 50
June 11th 10:45 145/64 46
June 12th 10:10 111/58 51
June 13th 11:00 166/61 45
June 14th 10:10 124/70 46
June 15th 11:15 153/75 46
June 16th 09:55 138/72 49
June 17th 10:00 161/66 47
June 18th 15:35 167/82 48
June 20th 10:40 145/72 44
June 21st 10:30 127/63 48
June 23rd 09:40 116/61 51
June 24th 10:25 130/66 48
June 25th 18:55 172/86 60
June 26th 09:00 134/64 51
June 27th 09:55 118/62 58
June 28th 09:30 149/70 49
June 29th 10:15 170/74 49
June 30th 10:45 156/76 47
July 1st 09:50 155/84 47
July 2nd 09:45 134/58 47
July 3rd 16:50 131/78 49
July 4th 09:30 154/88 52
July 5th 09:55 136/65 46
July 6th 10:50 137/62 45
July 8th 08:50 142/81 58
July 9th 10:20 125/68 49
July 10th 10:05 132/70 49
July 11th 09:15 172/82 48
July 12th a 11:45 170/126 44
July 12th b 11:50 165/84 42
July 13th 11:10 166/86 48
July 15th a 11:10 181/82 47
July 15th b 11:12 169/78 47
July 16th 17:20 178/78 46
July 17th 10:20 143/78 46
July 18th a 10:20 162/117 49
July 18th b 10:22 164/78 45
July 19th 19:00 125/71 49
July 20th 10:30 129/61 44
July 21st 10:15 135/68 47
July 22nd 09:15 138/72 46
July 23rd 11:00 152/74 43
July 24th 16:10 154/75 46
July 25th 10:00 165/75 46
July 26th 10:40 166/83 43
July 27th 10:00 150/77 45
July 28th 09:30 150/74 48
July 29th 09:20 138/75 51
July 30th 09:15 128/62 49
August 1st 12:20 178/86 43
August 2nd 11:10 147/71 44
August 3rd 10:25 167/86 44
August 4th 09:55 118/62 47
August 5th 10:00 140/71 47
August 6th 09:50 163/72 45
August 7th 16:25 171/76 44
August 8th a 19:50 182/82 49
August 8th b 19:50 203/82 47
August 9th 10:45 162/77 42
August 10th a 12:10 198/130 49
August 10th b 16:10 142/68 53
August 11th 09:50 143/63 46
August 12th 10:45 164/75 46
August 13th 10:20 142/64 45
August 15th 10:00 144/85 48
August 16th 16:25 167/81 51
August 17th 17:15 177/78 49
August 18th 09:40 142/68 49
August 19th 10:20 136/62 46
August 20th 09:40 125/66 46
August 22nd 10:40 168/85 46
August 24th 10:30 162/69 48
August 25th 10:40 168/77 46
August 26th 10:10 146/62 43
August 27th 09:25 141/82 44
August 28th 19:35 160/74 49
August 29th 19:15 138/72 56
August 30th 19:55 131/72 59
August 31st 16:50 153/70 50
September 1st 10:05 134/69 47
September 2nd 09:40 134/68 50
September 3rd 19:45 202/106 46
September 4th 19:05 162/85 48
September 5th 10:50 163/74 42
September 6th 09:15 136/102 48
September 7th 09:50 145/80 47
September 8th 16:35 150/76 48
September 9th 10:55 145/74 45
September 10th 10:20 147/79 43
September 11th 10:55 176/81 45
September 12th 12:25 177/88 39
September 14th 18:45 134/68 48
September 15th 11:05 146/77 44
September 16th 11:00 165/86 44
September 17th 09:50 133/73 48
September 18th 12:10 186/80 46 see this day
September 19th 11:10 146/79 44
September 20th 10:55 164/88 47
September 21st 17:10 166/90 50
September 22nd 10:55 154/82 45
September 23rd 10:45 147/82 44
September 24th 10:15 167/95 45
September 25th 17:30 199/112 47 see this day
September 25th 21:20 150/79 54
September 26th 11:15 149/83 46
September 27th 11:55 139/78 49
September 28th 10:30 130/71 53
September 29th 11:20 142/83 47
September 30th 15:40 202/90 46 see this day
September 30th 18:35 155/78 53
October 1st 10:55 149/82 46
October 2nd 10:50 142/77 47
October 3rd 08:45 142/82 47
October 4th 12:00 194/96 42
October 4th 16:15 173/95 52
October 5th 09:40 126/84 47
October 6th 10:55 135/74 47
October 7th 11:05 143/74 45
October 8th 10:05 151/70 56
October 9th 16:25 182/97 51
October 10th 11:40 151/83 45
October 11th 10:25 125/64 53
October 12th 10:25 114/96 51; erratic
October 13th 11:25 142/78 50
October 14th 11:20 163/78 44
October 15th 11:10 147/82 44
October 16th 10:05 126/65 53; erratic
October 17th 11:45 181/77 44 see this day
October 18th 11:00 114/72 54
October 19th 12:35 146/78 49
October 20th 11:00 141/81 49
October 21st 11:25 121/66 49
October 22nd 14:20 167/98 47
October 23rd 10:55 127/69 50
October 24th 11:05 151/78 50
October 25th 18:45 187/76 50 see this day
October 26th 10:20 140/70 49
October 27th 10:35 171/69 49
October 28th 15:00 140/70 49
October 29th 19:05 136/72 60
October 30th 12:25 164/77 48
October 31st 10:05 134/78 49
November 1st 10:45 158/83 47
November 2nd 09:20 134/85 47
November 3rd 15:50 158/75 47
November 4th 16:40 142/77 52
November 5th 12:20 167/75 46
November 6th 18:50 121/63 51
November 7th 19:20 112/66 57
November 8th 10:50 124/65 49
November 10th 11:05 143/71 48
November 11th 10:40 169/81 see this day 51
November 12th 10:35 170/78 53
November 13th 12:20 176/78 45
November 15th 10:55 148/92 48; erratic
November 16th a 11:55 163/109 45; erratic
November 16th b 12:00 170/105 see this day 44; erratic
November 17th 09:30 140/59 see this day 51; erratic
November 18th 10:55 140/75 48
November 19th 11:00 133/73 49
November 21st 10:15 124/67 52
November 23rd 10:30 154/100 49
November 24th 10:50 119/64 49; erratic
November 25th 10:45 156/106 61; erratic
November 26th 15:45 175/100 50; erratic
November 28th 09:35 144/77 49
November 29th 10:55 150/80 47
December 1st 17:30 185/80 see this day 53
December 2nd 16:50 171/90 52
December 3rd 11:10 162/93 48
December 4th a 18:15 130/61 error
December 4th b 18:16 167/70 error
December 5th 16:50 157/90 49
December 6th 18:00 171/101 see this day 55
December 8th 11:10 135/72 46
December 9th 15:35 158/92 49
December 10th 10:40 160/73 45
December 12th 10:10 166/75 48
December 13th 12:05 153/71 45
December 14th 17:30 168/78 46
December 15th 12:20 164/90 48
December 16th 22:05 170/71 see this day 52
December 17th 19:45 150/83 52
December 18th 16:00 167/78 47
December 19th a 17:05 180/73 see this day 53
December 19th b 17:06 190/75 50
December 20th 08:45 162/78 52
December 21st 11:55 168/78 49
December 22nd 11:45 186/86 45
December 23rd 15:55 167/77 47
December 24th 16:15 190/83 see this day 44
December 25th 16:25 178/89 50
December 27th 12:10 173/78 45
December 30th 16:00 167/79 47
December 31st 15:55 183/64 53
Date Time Blood pressure