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Haldol: The Wonder Drug?

Wonder drug?

I am not a medical expert.

I am not a medication expert.

I know nearly nothing about drugs.

I have never met a pill I wanted to take.

Is that blatant enough about my ignorance so my next thoughts are taken with a grain of salt? Nay, not a mere grain. It would be better to imagine an overflowing wheelbarrow of Morton’s when-it-rains-it-pours overpriced sodium!

Since I’ve confirmed my lack of qualifications, let me share a few biased opinions about . . .

Haldol

Ever heard of it? Read More →

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Dementia’s FAST Score

A patient with dementia must have a F.A.S.T. score of seven (7) to qualify for hospice care.

FAST is an acronym for the Reisberg Functional Assessment STaging Scale. A scale nicknamed FAST to determine dementia’s severity is blatantly ironic. As a loved one’s dementia (Alzheimer’s, Lewy Bodies, etc.) worsens, he or she typically becomes, well, slower.

Currently the Reisberg scale (example found here) contains various stages and sub-categories, including these two:

  • Stage 3: Decreased job functioning evident to coworkers; difficulty in traveling to new locations
  • Stage 4: Decreased ability to perform complex tasks (e.g., planning dinner for guests, handling finances)

Those who have cared for someone with dementia usually sense the “slowing down” of a loved one only after he or she has worsened. Read More →

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Hospice and Reflexive Eating

We talked about “reflexive eating” in a hospice meeting.

It’s when nourishment is automatically eaten.

I immediately thought about my next meal.

It’s when opening the mouth for food or liquid is more from habit than need.

I eat too much.

If food is placed before me, I might take a bite or ten without even being hungry. Could I be a reflexive eater? Could I blame this problem on Mom? As a kid, we not only had three nice meals a day, but after school there was usually a plate of cookies. It was such a Leave It To Beaver stereotype, with me home from a grueling day in fourth grade. There, ready for me, were a cool glass of milk accompanied by freshly baked chocolate chip cookies (with walnuts, of course).

There’s more.

What about declining dessert after dinner, but scheming for—while later watching Bonanza or The Twilight Zone on ye olde TV—a bowl of ice cream? One scoop? Two?

What about my lifelong chips and salsa relationship? Read More →

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