Before the bank we hit yet another brick wall with regard to getting info about where Bill can get his INR test, which is now several days past due. After not being able to find a person to speak to at the health clinic last week, we went by there the other day to be there when they opened, so Bill could speak to someone as they came in. She was not at all helpful, just telling him that they don't do that there and he needs to find a doctor. The thing is, before we left Maine, Nurse Joan sent Bill all the paperwork she thought he'd need so he could go somewhere here, have the test, and have the results sent back to her. She would call him and let him know what to do. However, we are unable to actually get any information about where to go to get this to happen. This morning we went to a doctor's office in the hopes that they could direct us, but there was no receptionist or anyone to talk to at all. This seems to be a theme. There is nothing else we can do today. Bill will try to call tomorrow and we will see what happens then. In the meantime, he is taking the same dose of the warfarin that he's been taking. He has never gone too high with that dose and the few times he's gotten too low, it has been on the borderline, so he's remained pretty steady. It has only been when he was at 1.8 (he's supposed to be between 2 and 3) and they've messed with the dose that he's gone too high. Being above is a concern because there could be internal bleeding and stuff, I guess. Being too low means that the blood coagulates easier and he would be at risk for another stroke because of the a-fib. So I have made it a point to avoid serving Vitamin K rich foods and we proceed with his normal dose. If he cannot get any answers tomorrow, we will probably have to just go either to Castlebar or Galway and find a hospital. Presumably there will be someone there who can at least provide us with information. I can laugh at the foolishness at the bank and other evidence of podunkness, but I am not amused when we are dealing with Bill's health.
No progress on the internet connection front. We did not have these kinds of issues when we moved to Alaska in 1995--and that is actually pretty remote in many places.
Bill called the landlord today and spoke to him about getting another set of keys. We have not found a place where we can have these made and according to the lease, we are not allowed to do that anyway. We have, however, been told by more than one source that leases mean nothing in Ireland and no one feels obligated to abide by them. Yet another moment of mind-boggle. I would prefer to save the trees if they are not worth the paper they're printed on, but I don't run things around here--LOL. Anyway, he said he would be in town Saturday and would give us a call. I am not holding my breath.
We are about to go back home for lunch and to charge up the battery on my computer. The library is in an old church--the graves outside are from the 1800s--and there's no place to plug in. We can come back after that so Bill can try to get some of his photos uploaded. For some reason, his computer will not connect at the library.
The apartment is a bright spot among the bizarre and frustrating experiences we have whenever we venture outside to actually try and get things done. here are some photos of our little bright spot!
Suitcases unpacked and stowed away in the wardrobe of the extra bedroom! Yay!