The new Year is bringing changes to our lives. Hubby has to have a knee surgery, which means I will continue to be designated driver for six weeks post surgery.
Bill has been dealing with doctors, therapists, specialists of all kinds. This too shall pass.
After having an MRI yesterday we stopped at the pharmacy to pick up a routine prescription. The pharmacist said, "That will be $60.59 for the inhaler your doctor just ordered."
Had to convince the guy Bill did not see the doctor, nor did he need an inhaler.
There was a message to call same doctor on the answering machine. I mistakenly reversed the number. I was in the bathroom when my hearing impaired hubby dialed on speaker phone. I heard the woman answer, "(?) Bar and Grill."
Bill asked, "Is Stacey there?"
"Can you call her back?"
He called back. Same gal answered.
"Can I speak with Stacey?"
I screamed from the bathroom, "You are calling a bar!"
He thought I wanted a bar. He finally called the right number only to find out the lab didn't do his quarterly blood test for platelets correctly, after he told the person how the doctor said the procedure should be done.
The phlebotomist said, "They don't know what they are talking about!"
Somebody doesn't. He is on his way at 7:00 a.m to have his blood drawn again. And so the fun begins.
Appreciate prayers, and good thoughts for the big guy and all the medical people he has to deal with. Not sure when surgery will be scheduled.
Bill has been dealing with doctors, therapists, specialists of all kinds. This too shall pass.
After having an MRI yesterday we stopped at the pharmacy to pick up a routine prescription. The pharmacist said, "That will be $60.59 for the inhaler your doctor just ordered."
Had to convince the guy Bill did not see the doctor, nor did he need an inhaler.
There was a message to call same doctor on the answering machine. I mistakenly reversed the number. I was in the bathroom when my hearing impaired hubby dialed on speaker phone. I heard the woman answer, "(?) Bar and Grill."
Bill asked, "Is Stacey there?"
"Can you call her back?"
He called back. Same gal answered.
"Can I speak with Stacey?"
I screamed from the bathroom, "You are calling a bar!"
He thought I wanted a bar. He finally called the right number only to find out the lab didn't do his quarterly blood test for platelets correctly, after he told the person how the doctor said the procedure should be done.
The phlebotomist said, "They don't know what they are talking about!"
Somebody doesn't. He is on his way at 7:00 a.m to have his blood drawn again. And so the fun begins.
Appreciate prayers, and good thoughts for the big guy and all the medical people he has to deal with. Not sure when surgery will be scheduled.
3 comments:
Let's hope Stacey had the bar locked up at 7:00 a.m. Just in case.
I will be thinking of Bill, sending him positive, healing thoughts. It's kind of my new hobby. That, and worrying.
Linda--Maybe you could become an Uber driver? While you're driving around Bill, you can haul around some paying customers... ;)
Oh my. When it rains, it pours. Sending out good thoughts and sending up prayers for Bill and for you too!
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