Our Location today is Windsor, Ontario.
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We all see our Family Doctors whenever we are not feeling well or are injured, but sometimes we would really like to scream at them. It is hard to believe that I met George Forty Years ago this month, when my Late Wife and I brought our Adopted Daughters for their preschool check-up. The girls moved on to their own family doctors, Arlene passed away but Kathy still enjoys using George as her Personal Physician. Though he is only a practicing GP, he will tell you exactly your problem, but send you to see Specialists in there prospective fields, who come up with the exact same answer he did.
It is those Specialists that I find make the me the most frustrated. Women have their specialists to see just as men do and never will the two cross paths. The last appointment I had, I mentioned to him that I was running out of Nighttime Medication so I was not getting up every hour. Last night I wore a path between the Bed and Toilet, so the first chance I got this morning, I called the Pharmacy, that explained the Doctor said he forgot to give me the Script, so called it in. If I had only known.
While looking things over on my Computer this morning, the Pain Care Clinic called to say the Doctor, who usually makes me into a Pin Cushion would not be available for my Thursday appointment. This is the place we have waited Three Hours past our appointment to see him. It is also the same place that charges you the Patient, $125.00 for a Missed Appointment. This is not the first time this has happened, so the next appointment I’m going to ask for my money for his missed appointment, to see how he reacts.
After
lunch we headed off to my Respirologist,
who happens to be teaching
up and coming people in the field. He’s
in his Nineties
but
according to Workplace
Human Rights Law,
cannot be discriminated against.
I was sent to see him years ago because of a nagging Cough
that just would not go away. Before I left the Office
that
day,
I had an Inhaler
and Puffer
plus an appointment for a CT
Scan
in Leamington
because there was a Two
Year
wait
in Windsor.
After the Scan
we watched as a Blizzard
followed us all the way back home. I’ve refused travelling that far
in the Winter
for such a test since
then.
At his Office
they have Two
Machines
that they expect you to totally empty your lungs so they can gauge
their capacity. Last
Year,
we sat in the parking lot for Ten
Minutes
just so my world would stop spinning. This is the same test, that I
used to ace Twice
a Year,
before I retired the first time. Today, I told the young tester that
if they did not have an Oxygen
Tank
for me to breathe from, I
was not doing it. The Doctor
came in, reviewed the Chart,
checked
my breathing with a Stethoscope
and said I was good to go for another Year,
and he did not need those Machines
to tell him that I was breathing okay.
This
morning The
Weather Network
showed we could expect Severe
Thunderstorms
around 3:00
this afternoon. When we saw drops falling on the Windshield
at 3:15,
I dropped Kathy at the front entrance to our building, before parking
the Car.
I walked in totally dry. While sharing a Store-Bought
Thin-Crust Medium Chicken Pizza
while watching the “6
o’clock Local News”,
the
Weather Guesser mentioned
Downtown
Windsor
getting drenched at 3:05.
At
least it wasn’t Sxxw.
We later watched the movie “Marley and Me”. Kathy loved it because it reminded her of many of her own pets.
Still busy tomorrow.
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Be Safe and Enjoy!
It’s about time.
Krackers
You Might Be a Redneck If
Your children's night light is a neon beer sign.
