Tell Me Something I Don’t Know
Mike had to go and see his regular GP yesterday for a follow-up. I am glad that he has found a doctor whom he trusts, because he does NOT like change, he does not like being made to explain himself repeatedly and I would be hard-pressed to call him patient. The fact that we have found a family doctor whom Mike will listen to is a miracle in itself. Guess who had a resident with her today?
Now, if you’ve been dealing with the medical field for a bit, you are probably familiar with the following term:
/kəmˈplīənt/ – Inclined to agree with others or obey rules; meeting or in accordance with rules or standards
Did I mention Mike isn’t very patient? I don’t think the poor resident knew that. I’m fairly sure that in most instances my charming husband has been labeled as “non-compliant,” but I don’t know if that is actually on his file. When the nurse asked if it was all right if the doctor’s resident was in the room, Mike figured they would both be there. Turns out the doc was still busy with an earlier patient and Mike was left with the resident.
I think this appointment was doomed from the start for someone who is resistant to change and doesn’t like having to repeat his medical history. Apparently the resident didn’t bother to look at his file (which is digitized, so it’s easy access) and wanted Mike to explain why he was there. Long story short, I am glad the doctor was able to come in and see him and get things sorted out.
After he explained his afternoon adventure with me, he also shared that he has been having more nerve pain and that was why he had gone in. I thought he was following up on blood work. With everything that has been going on in our life, I hadn’t even noticed he was in more pain and now I feel like the crappy caregiver. I am glad that Mike has decided that he doesn’t always need me and that he is independent enough to make his own appointments and get to them on his own; but I feel like I’ve neglected him a bit. He doesn’t think that at all and he said he hadn’t told me because I had enough on my plate. *Sigh* Tell me something I don’t know.
We also received a letter back from the government this week stating their denial of benefits for him, so we are going to start the appeal process — which means more on our plate. Good thing we are going camping/fishing this weekend. My phone and computer don’t work where we are going and I will be forced to unplug and unwind.
- Friday’s Update (caregiving.com)
- Back in the Saddle (caregiving.com)
- Dog Days of Summer (caregiving.com)
- “Patient Whiz” App Review (caregiving.com)
- ARGH!!! to “Family Caregivers Don’t Self-Identify” (caregiving.com)