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It’s important to take precautionary steps when using medications with ALzheimer’s patients. photo courtesy CC

I often think medications for most people are just something that occurs when people get older. I’m not sure of the beginning date. Thinking back I do recall how surprised I was to hear my doctor tell me that my blood pressure was a little on the high side and that I would have to start taking some medications for it. At the time somewhere past 60, I believed it was something that a few pills would correct, then I could relax until I really needed medications for one thing or another. The good doctor informed me otherwise. With hypertension the patient really needed to take his/her medicine possibly for the rest of one’s life.

I’m not sure whether Ken being a runner, managing his health by eating right and keeping in shape, but his blood pressure was never an issue. But then his illness was Alzheimer’s not hypertension.

We did have him take the prescribed medications, but after a time we all agreed that they were not doing him much good, only delaying the inevitable. He had Alzheimer’s, and there was no magic “bullet” to cure him or even make the disease stop.


As the monster disease grew increasingly worse and his personality took on agitation and some anger, the doctor prescribed a tranquilizer for him, and for a time he reverted to his former calm and gentle self. I kept the pills in the medicine cabinet and would give him the suggested dose at the right time.

His AD often put him into a “little boy” kind of personality, filled with curiosity. On day I passed the bathroom and found him rummaging through the cabinets in the bathroom. I hadn’t even thought ahead that they should have been locked. He found the shelf with his meds in plain sight. He had taken the bottle of tranquilizers and poured them into the palm of his hand ready to toss them into his opened mouth. “Wait,” I cautioned. “These are for me,” he growled. “See, this is my name on the bottle.” “But you only need one at a time,” I explained, “you have too many.” Reluctantly he allowed me to take the pills from his hand and return them to the bottle, especially when I pointed out the one a day dose. He didn’t argue.


He quietly left the room, and I very quickly found an efficient way to lock the cabinet doors. It made the bathroom look like Fort Knox, with chains and pad locks all around, but I never made that mistake again. My locking device was so good I kept all of our medications on different shelves locked away from curious patients and curious children.

Originally posted 2016-07-22 22:35:16.

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