Today was my appointment with an “ologist”. This time, it was the rheumatologist. Dr. Pulmonologist says there is sometimes a connection between rheumatoid arthritis and pulmonary fibrosis, hence the resulting appointment.
Cuz came to pick me up at 10:30 and we set out, getting to our destination in plenty of time. She found a parking place close to the entrance and we rode in the little golf cart from there to the elevator. The nice driver gave us directions that took us on the shortest route to the office.
I turned in the most exhaustive set of papers I’d ever had to fill out (I was tempted to write in “6 M”). There were a couple more forms I had to sign plus I had to fork over $30 specialist co-pay. Then I sat down with Cuz to wait.
It wasn’t long before I was called back and Cuz went with me. On the way to the exam room, I was weighed. After we were in the exam room, the nurse took my vital signs and I was still alive.
There was a picture of the doctor on the wall and she looked very young. When she came in, it was confirmed. There’s no doubt I could easily be enough older to be her mother.
The questioning started and kept on through the whole of the visit. I can’t begin to remember all of the questions so I won’t try. She was trying to get an idea of the “big picture”. Finally, she examined me and pronounced my joints and strength both good.
I left with an order for blood work and a UA. When the blood was drawn, the girl had problems with my right arm and had to switch to the left so I will have bilateral bruises, I guess.
From the Big House, we went to the bakery and I invested in enough bread to do me for several weeks. Then it was on to ALDI where a nice lady gave us her cart and turned down the quarter and said to pay it forward (which Cuz did).
I still needed bananas and celery so there was a stop at Walmart before we went to eat at the Mexican restaurant. I asked for a bean burrito but had to settle for a veggie burrito with rice and beans on the side. The waitress was someone I’d never seen before so she may have been new. Anyway, it was sort of like a veggie fajita and I fared okay. Cuz enjoyed her enchiladas.
On the way home, she told me about the mower she just bought to replace the one that was smashed when the shed it was in collapsed from the weight of the snow last winter. It’s a Cub Cadet, XL series, with a 46″ wide cut, four wheels on the mower, and it’s hydro-static. I’m being tested on this and I know I haven’t included everything.
The Catz met us when we pulled into the driveway and she must’ve fed them because they didn’t come begging. Everything was unloaded and she left.
I’m sleepy more than being tired so I’ll take advantage of the hospital bed soon. I’ll have to call tomorrow and reschedule the appointment with the gastroenterologist (another $30 title). I had voice mail saying he wasn’t going to be in the office the original date. I thought it was a little soon for a reminder—and it was.