Bedtime was earlier than it has been the past few nights. I slept reasonably well and was up (I think) shortly after daylight. It’s hard to tell when the cloud cover is so thick.
I had avoided mentioning my doctor’s appointment when Cuz was here yesterday. This morning, I was reading the news when she came in, looking a bit disturbed. She’d gotten a signal on her phone which is necessary for her to access her calendar. It popped up a reminder for today.
“What time is your appointment?” 1:30. “So you’ll have to leave by 12.” Yes. “Is that your time or their time?” My time IS their time now. “Can you manage on your own?” (Not all quotes are word for word but the essence.) ::sigh:: Yes. She said she’d be back over before I left but I guess it was while I was in the shower because I didn’t see her.
I left on time and pulled into the parking garage a little after 1. Heading straight to the roof, I parked on the far side away from the elevator. I was going to park closer but the space was for handicapped people and I’m not in that category. Yet.
Making my way to the “penthouse”, I stopped by the bathroom on my way to the pulmonologist’s office. Signing in, I parted with the $30 co-pay that is always expected when I see the doctor.
Almost a half hour later, I was called back by the respiratory therapist. When she got me settled in, I asked her if, when she was a little girl, she dreamed of growing up and torturing people. She laughed and said no.
I coughed my way through the pulmonary function test, then she put me in an exam room and closed the door. I thought, “If Cuz were here, we would be visiting but all I can do now is look at the four walls.” I did look out the window and I could see my car eight floors below. The magazines weren’t any I wanted to read so I sat.
By that time, I felt the urge again. I tried to ignore it but it was persistent. As I reached for the doorknob, the door opened and there was the doctor and a woman I’d never seen before. He motioned me back into the room but I told him I was on my way to the bathroom. Oh, okay. Go ahead. I did.
WHY don’t people lock the bathroom door?? I opened the door to see an older lady looking horrified from her enthroned position. Hastily closing the door, I commenced to wait. And wait. And wait. Another woman came and got in line behind me. Finally, the older lady came out and apologized for the smell.
Taking care of business went pretty quickly for me and I was back in the exam room in no time. However, it seemed the doctor had forgotten about me. Once again, I waited. And waited. And waited.
By and by, the woman came in and introduced herself as a nurse practitioner. Then the doctor came in and said he’d hired her to try to keep from getting so far behind. She had already gotten the gist of how I’d been since my last visit and she updated him.
My last CT had been sent to an expert in the field who backs up the doctor’s diagnosis of IPF (idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis). He wants to see if he can find some patient assistance for the medications that would help slow the progression. As an aside, he told the nurse he sees no reason to do a biopsy. Hallelujah!
He had me get on the table and was guiding her through listening to my lungs. Then he had me sit in the chair again and we discussed what was going on. I told him I’d had another endoscopy and the second dose of Prilosec the gastro had put me on made my coughing worse. He mentioned that, somewhere in Europe, doctors have determined that post-nasal drip can be caused by reflux. I’ve thought that for years since every time I have an episode, my nose tends to run in a very thin stream.
Deciding he wanted to try me on Nexium (even though he agreed that PPIs stop acid but not reflux) twice a day. He wrote the prescription and I left the office with an order for another ABG and six minute walking test. I am putting the latter off until I’m there next time. It was 3:30 and I still had two more stops.
Rush hour traffic wasn’t too bad. I stopped at ALDI and got everything I needed except for oranges which weren’t evident at all. I got them at Walmart—where I also saw one of my friends who has had a knee replacement. She’s four months out and still using a walker.
I went to the pharmacy and asked the girl at the window to look up the price of the prescription. For sixty 40 mg Nexium (one in the morning and one at night) it would be $429+some cents. I didn’t get the prescription filled. She said even the generic is expensive. She suggested the OTC. I picked it up several times and put it back.
It was hard to see in the dark and the fog on the way up the mountain. I sure missed my driver.
After I got everything unloaded and put away, Cuz came over. She’d been looking for me and was concerned that I was so late getting home. I’d turned on the oven to cook the Amy’s Thai Green Curry I’d gotten out of the freezer at Walmart. She had worked all day on the house and I’m sure she was as tired as I am.
Why does the picture on the package always look so much better than the actual meal? When I got everything stirred together, it looked like puke. I’ve had tastier, too, but it filled the empty spot. I hadn’t eaten since breakfast.
The Cavalry’s wife posted “Place of birth!!!!!!!!! Everyone please play. It will be interesting to learn where all our FB friends were born. Copy, paste, and then put where you were born at the end…” I posted mine with this picture. It’s the house of my nativity.
Well, folks, I feel like I’ve been through the mill. I was gone six and a half hours today and didn’t have much fun during the whole time. I believe I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again. I’m tired of ologists.