If you said, "Robert Palmer, 1979," you get 15 bonus points.
I had a doctor appointment today. I had a couple specific things I wanted to visit about with him. But, the main thrust of the visit: he is leaving this office. He couldn't tell me any details (contractual agreement). I am good with the Google. I can find him.
He and I have a good relationship and very open communications. He does not recommend unnecessary tests (an issue I had with my last doctor in Texas). I was happy to find him.
The appointment came about because a friend (not mentioning any names here) felt I was having cognitive issues. I listened. I considered. He was basing this "medical diagnosis" (practicing medicine without a license) on his own flawed perceptions. I'm not saying he was "projecting," but he changed the story and details on a project we were working on, not filling me in on those changes. Turns out, I had things in writing from him that corroborated my side of the story.
Still, I kept the appointment. As I (and my family) expected, my memory and cognitive function is all just fine. I not only recalled the words they gave me, then discussed other things before asking me to state the words (I understand why they do that) - I also told them the words they gave me 2 1/2 years ago on my first visit to this medical office; they do a cognitive test with all new patients since this is a "senior" medical facility. (They know how to take care of seniors here in Phoenix.) Hopefully, this "friend" will visit his doctor to find out how his cognitive function rates.
Am I pissed about the reason I made the appointment? Of course. That said, knowing the doctor was leaving this practice, I did want to visit with him before he leaves. It also gave me the opportunity to get some prescriptions refills added before we get away this summer.
And that's the extent of my medical discussion... HIPPA rules and all. ;-)
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A hot time in the old town tonight...
108º for a high temp today. Yep, that's hot. Murphy doesn't understand why he can't go outside right before his 5:00 meal... "Because it is hot and it will burn your paw pads."
He is wistfully waiting to go outside... as soon as the sun gets behind the horizon and the pavers cool down.
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They say that as you age, memory is the second thing to go. I forget the first.... : - )
It was 94° in Boise yesterday, first time getting HOT this year. Hot for us this early but nothing like PHX heat. That will come soon enough. We get a number of triple-digit days in July and August. Boise is only 50 miles north of the Nevada border, so we essentially get Nevada desert weather. Down to the 70's this morning and for the rest of the week. It was 4 pm and the heat of the day before we could get out for our bike ride, and that was sweaty work.
Hi Earl - yeah, we alter what we do based on the heat. Bike ride? Early morning this time of year, because it is still in the 90s after the sun sets.
As far as the memory thing goes, I don't have an issue with remembering why I went to the kitchen. Or what a kitchen is. Not funny when it is an issue. And, yes, I still remember "the words" from yesterday. Not Yesterday the Beatles song, but the doctor appointment yesterday.
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