Too Many Doctors

You've heard about too many cooks in the kitchen, well, Bob has one too many doctors. His primary care physician is just a little too involved in his case. I understand the reason behind having a primary care physician to oversee and coordinate care but in Bob's case it's one too many most of the time.

All the angst I went through over Bob being 'called in' by the hematologist was for nothing. The primary care doctor messaged him he needed to see Bob. That recent bad bruise on Bob's arm excited a few people in the medical community.

Frankly, they need to stay out of the hematologist's business. We were not alarmed by the bruise. We've been at this blood business a very long time. We're on top of it. Yes, Bob's lab reports are awful but they've been awful for years. Nothing new. I have enough going on caring for Bob without an over active doctor added to the mix.

Now some good news. This morning we saw the new cardiologist and are so pleased to have him on Bob's care team.
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I watched the debate which is unheard of for me as I avoid controversy at all costs. Our son was quite surprised to learn I watched a debate. I assured him this was not typical, not a real debate.

My question this morning is, does it LEGALLY matter if Donald Trump accepts the results of the November 8 vote? For harmony and the good of the country the losing candidate should graciously concede to the winner. Isn't the election actually out of either candidate's hands?

For those who would bring up Gore/Bush, don't bother, nothing close to this situation. The state of Florida has a law that requires a recount if the results are too close. That law kicked in and then, as I understand it, Bush took it to the Supreme Court and the rest is history. Gore won the popular vote, Bush won the electoral college.

Surely this country's future does not hang in the balance, subject to the whim of a sore looser.

Daughter Is Coming

Daughter is flying in tomorrow and not a minute too soon. I am more than ready to see her. Bob is also looking forward to her visit.

This week has been an exercise in medication frustration. I do wish doctors paid closer attention to the drugs they're handing out. Bob had an appointment with a doctor last week that I thought was a very simple medication check-in. I thought he would be okay on his own for that appointment so I stayed down in the lobby. I really hate that I'm taking away some of his independence by going in with him to see the doctor. I should have gone with him. I've been sitting on a medication  dilemma  for almost a week now grumbling to myself, and trying to decide what to do. Finally, this morning my brain cleared and I took action.

This morning he had an appointment with the pulmonary specialist, also for a simple check-in. He's always done that one alone as well, and has always driven to that one. Earlier this week I had decided "No more driving for you Buster." I completely forgot until he was ready to walk out the door and there I sat still in my robe. He made it but I've got to see that doesn't happen again.

He asked the doctor for a handicap sticker but he told him no because he needed to be walking. I do hope Bob's not going to focus on that idea. I really do not want to deal with that at this time.

He's having blood pressure problems again. I discovered he never halved his medication like he was supposed to so we had to deal with that. I've halved his pills and am keeping a good log on his blood pressure here for a few days. May have to contact the cardiologist again but need documentation. I asked if he was feeling bad to which he replied he was feeling good. When I pressed him he said he was feeling good except for the times he couldn't see for about 20 seconds. That's when I decided no more driving for him.

He cleaned the stove top in preparation for daughter's visit but couldn't put it back together. That resulted in a maintenance call.

He's sitting on the patio some and calling out to dog owners walking their dogs. He loves Phoebe the Bouvier but she's just a pup, and gets excited when he talks to her. Yesterday the owner and I were trying to keep her from knocking Bob over when she turned and put her paws on me leaving mud all the way down the front of my clothes.

He's also made friends with a black pug. That would be a perfect dog for him. We had a fawn colored pug one time and it was a wonderful dog. My biggest objection is they shed something awful. I'm also not sure that's the breed I'd want for myself. I go back and forth on the dog issue. I'd love a dog but think it's probably not wise to get one. I think Bob would enjoy one but he also frets and worries over pets so I don't know. There's also the walking situation. Need a lot more thought on this subject. A cute mature rescue dog might be nice.

I have to be careful on the dog subject because I want a dog so bad I can hardly stand it.  Have to be sure that's not influencing the decision.

While daughter is visiting I probably will not be posting every day, but you never know.