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Elder care: stairs

Most of us do NOT live in homes practical for aging. My house has four steps in the front and five in the back to get in and out. The main floor has almost everything needed if I cannot climb a flight of stairs: only the laundry is in the basement.

I am helping a friend in her 80s. The issue, from my practical and pragmatic Family Medicine standpoint, is that she is falling. She told me that she was falling, five times in a day, in November. I got involved right away, because she had a surgery canceled because of it. She has three specialists and a primary. I called them all and took her to the emergency room first and then to her primary.

We asked her primary for disabled parking and for home health services. In Washington State, if you can’t leave your house except to the store or the doctor, you qualify for home health. I also fussed about her blood pressure, but her primary thought she was fine.

The thing is, we should not always have a blood pressure goal of 130 or less systolic once we hit 75 or 80. With weight loss, people can drop a blood pressure point for each 2 pounds lost. The blood pressure range that is safer at age 75 or 80 is to keep it around 140-150, unless the person has heart disease or congestive heart failure. Over 150 is getting too high. The brain must get good oxygen by blood flow and if it doesn’t, there are sensors in our neck that make us faint. That can be a full on loss of consciousness, or just a decrease and drop to the floor. There are some instances where the blood pressure still needs to be kept down at 125-130 systolic: bad coronary artery disease and congestive heart failure especially. But being able to stand up and walk is rather important to elder health.

The distraction for my friend’s physicians is that she has had cancer for three years. We are told that she needs an MRI of her head to rule out brain tumors, metastases from her cancer. Yes, brain tumors can cause falls, so that does need to be ruled out. My friend only falls when standing, sometimes at the counter, gets lightheaded and once has had a full on syncope. No chest pain or heart racing.

It took two months to get the brain MRI, which is negative. We saw her oncologist this week and I pushed for her cardiologist to see her sooner than June. He saw her yesterday. She is on medicine for a heart arrhythmia, but it doesn’t sound like her arrhythmia is acting up. He’s still checking: a monitor and heart ultrasound, but meanwhile he says, “I don’t tell many people this, but you need to drink more fluid and eat more salt.”

“They told me low salt. I stopped salt when I cook.”

“Start salt again and more fluid and return in 3 weeks.” She has been falling 1-5 times a day in her home. She lives alone. She is stubbornly resisting leaving her home and I am ok with that. But, it would be most helpful for her health if she was not falling. That is the priority here. She will not live forever, but she wants to stay in her home. Let’s help with that.

I am NOT saying that everyone over 75 should increase salt. If a person has bad hypertension, or heart disease, or congestive heart failure, they should not increase salt unless their doctor has a specific reason. And heart is the number one killer, so there are lots of people who should continue to eat a low salt diet. But falling and breaking a hip is also a killer.

My friend has three steps to get out of her house. The first day last week that I took her to get labs, she fell three times. “But Jim, I’m a doctor, not a nurse!” Ok, I am not a good nurse. However, we got her back inside after labs and getting the CT scan contrast for her to drink. She has not fallen when I have gotten her in or out since. I’ve had to enlist help twice, since she’s taller than me. Going down the steps is worse than going up. Home health is doing physical therapy and she has a raised seat on her commode. That is good, except those are the muscles that help us go up and down stairs. She has a walker too. She is still falling, because to cook, one has to let go of the walker, right?

So if someone wants to stay at home, think about the home. Are there steps? How strong is the person? Do they have the resources to pay for around the clock care if they become bedridden? I am practicing getting down on the floor and back up every single day, because I want to be strong. I have an upstairs and a basement, and I am going to continue with stairs for as long as possible. If I break my leg, those four front stairs are going to be an issue, but I am thinking about it. Perhaps I should design a decorative ramp, or a sloping earth entry.

Will the house accomodate a wheelchair? Is there a bathroom and a bedroom, as well as the kitchen, on the main floor? Is there clutter? I know I am supposed to keep the floors clear to reduce fall risk. I had one person who kept falling at night because he wouldn’t turn on a light. “It would wake my wife and disturb her,” he said. “It will disturb her more if you break your hip.” I said. “Turn on a light or a flashlight or something.”

Harvard Medicine agrees: https://www.health.harvard.edu/staying-healthy/master-the-stairs

Be careful out there. Or maybe in there.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Elder care can’t be laissez-faire.

The photograph is not my friend. This is Tessie Temple, my maternal grandfather’s mother. I do not have a date nor who took the photograph. Another photograph is stamped on the back: Battle Creek. She must have gone to one of the famous sanatoriums, like Kellogg’s, for rest or the cures.

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On order

Back in 2002, our private clinic became part of the hospital. The biggest local insurer had quit paying for everyone’s work for 9 months and then was taken over by the state. We were still not getting paid.

One day the employees were very tickled and happy. I cornered the office manager at lunch and asked what was going on.

“We have to use the hospital to order everything,” she said. The nurses and staff at lunch had expectant grins. “We asked them to procure a henway. The order was put in. Yesterday we got a call from someone in the ordering department. She said, “We’ve searched the medical catalogs, but we can’t find it. What’s a henway?” She got transferred a few times and reached the office manager. Reply: “About the same as a rooster.” The clinic staff broke up again. My office manager said, “Well, that person was pretty new, so we hope they’ll get over it.”

I am sure that the hospital loved having us on board.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: procure.

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room

In my room, where is that?
In my room, the room in my head, there is home
and wilderness, unexplored and unending, never tame.
All the wild places I have been, or seen, or heard of
or imagine. It’s a wonder that I can speak at all
words in the daily day, after wandering the wilds.
Why does anyone ever come back?

Why does anyone ever come back?

Except to explore other rooms and add them to ours.
I listen to the Brahams Requiem, a painting in orchestra and voice,
of his room, his wilderness, his despair and joy.
I am glad to come back for this and others like him.

That is why anyone comes back.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: in my room.

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Reaction

On Monday I walked with a group of friends. First I walked down from my house to the coffee shop, walked with them, walked back. It was cold but I was well layered. I want to see if I can up my exercise in spite of Long Covid and muscle weirdness. The initial reaction was fatigue. I took a nap on the couch from 2 to 6 pm and then went to bed at 7. I woke at 5. Fourteen hours of sleep.

That is not totally reassuring. Tuesday I did not feel particularly sore or tired. Wednesday, though, was bad. I started have muscle aches all over and I could not get my hands or feet warm. I lay down under an enormous pile of blankets and eventually went to sleep, starting at about 2 pm. I woke at 9 pm and then went back to sleep, warmer but aching, until 4 am. So that is another 14 hours.

This morning nausea and headache, but less soreness.

So, here is an article: https://www.nature.com/articles/s41467-023-44432-3 about the post-exertional malaise in people with Long Covid. They took people with Long Covid, matched them with people who have recovered from Covid-19, and then did muscle biopsies in both groups before and after maximal exercise. Results? “We show that skeletal muscle structure is associated with a lower exercise capacity in patients and that local and systemic metabolic disturbances, severe exercise-induced myopathy and tissue infiltration of amyloid-containing deposits in skeletal muscles of patients with long COVID worsen after induction of post-exertional malaise.”

Both groups were healthy before Covid-19 and physically active. The study uses many different techniques to measure muscle oxygen use and look at the muscles themselves at the microscopic level. As previous studies have shown, none of our current imaging, like x-rays and CT scan and MRI, can see the problems. This is at a microscopic and cell level in the muscles.

So I am having a post-infection or Long Covid flare the last couple of days, because I pushed too far against my limits. They have not done brain studies but the suspicion is that something similar has been going on. I have been spending a lot of time contacting temp companies and doing job searches, so I am going to take a few days off from that as well. Let the brain and muscles heal.

I still think of Long Covid as immune system PTSD, where the immune system is trying to protect me from further infection, though not necessarily in a way that I like. If the immune system makes me stay home and rest, well, I shouldn’t catch anything, right? Our immune systems are as diverse and complicated as we are, so the patterns are highly variable.

My immune system can’t bamboozle me. It wants me to stay home and take it easy. I get the message. Have a wonderful day.

Cats respond to drugs differently too. Sol Duc is quiet and contemplative on catnip. Elwha, well, guess.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: bamboozle.

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Envy

I am supposed to write about envy
but what I am feeling is grief
I walked five miles yesterday
and it was fun, talking, a group
but then a nap from 2 to 5, three hours
and to bed at seven pm and up at five
so 13 hours sleep in response to exercise

It is time to downsize what I think I can do
I still have my mind, but the energy is halved
I can’t work full time as a physician
and I am not sure I can work half time
Do I try it? The risk that I crash again?
Pneumonia and death? Or do I curl into the grief
and find something else to do.

Even the thought makes me tired.

Not envy of other doctors, oh, maybe a little
but the truth is, my survival to date is something
of a miracle. Babies with mothers with active tuberculosis
usually die very quickly, infected, overshelmed.
My mother kindly coughed blood so the doctors knew
before I was born, from the protection of the womb
to the protection of the family, away from my mother.
She is dead, my father is dead, my sister is dead
so even if I cannot work half time
it’s still miraculous to be here at all.

I hope that each and every one of you
feels the miracle of not being dead and gone
some days. And that you do not envy
your dead.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: envy.