Mom’s first doctor’s appointment was this morning. It lasted TWO FLIPPING HOURS! No one told us before we got there that this appointment wasn’t with her physician… it was her Medicare “wellness check.” If we would’ve known that, we would NOT have gone. Especially since you can do it by phone.
Mr. Pesky waited in the car with Mom’s dog for that two long hours. I’m surprised we had a ride when we came out the first time.
So Mom had a couple issues she’d been putting off thinking her appointment was with her doctor, so they scheduled her to come back the same day. Funny… when they told us the time to come back it seemed like a long time off — by the time we left, I barely had enough time to respond to a few emails while drinking 1/2 cup of coffee. 🙄
The obligatory doctor’s office selfie…
I need to do better.
Had no idea my mask clashed so badly with my shirt. I’ll do better next week. Yup… another appointment with a different doctor next week.
I’ve gone with Mom to more doctor’s appointments in the last year than I’ve had for myself in my entire lifetime. No lie.
TIL (Today I Learned): People whose ages end in 9 tend to be more likely to seek extramarital affairs, run marathons and commit suicide compared with those whose ages ended in other digits. (Oh my!)