Because of my heart failure, I've been having a lot of problems retaining fluid. My cardiologist gave me some meds for it, but the problem has been getting steadily worse. Lately, I've been unable to put on my own shoes and have had to resort to wearing DD's shoes (an 8-1/2 vs. my normal size 6). Fed up with the whole thing, I called my doctor, who insisted I get my swollen self into his office. Of course, he was totally booked, so I got one of his colleagues.
She asked me what was wrong, and I showed her my leg, and how I could poke my finger onto the shin and leave deep marks. She showed no sign that I had said anything, and started poking me in the back. After I came down from the ceiling, she explained that my latest X-rays are showing some fractured vertebrae, and she wanted to see if my back was tender to the touch.
Yeah, I'd say it was tender. The doc went back to her laptop, and started typing. A few moments later, she looked up and asked "So, what brings you here today?"
Duh. My legs look like freaking tree trunks, I'm wearing swim fins on my feet, and I weigh more than I've ever weighed in my life. I've been drinking water like a camel, yet I am not going to the bathroom. Gee, let's all take a guess why I'm here.
She guessed that I wanted pain medication, and was taken aback when I told her that I wasn't in pain until she had poked my back. I was given a stronger diuretic and some potassium pills, and instructions to have some blood tests and more X-rays. The doc handed me all the paperwork, and turned to leave. As he opened the door, she gestured with her stylus at Bob, who was sitting in the corner. (with smoke coming out his ears)
"Mrs. Varrusko, who is that in the corner?" she inquired.
I was tempted to answer that I had no idea, but Bob spoke up first. "I'm Bob Varraso, Mrs.Varusko's husband."
The doc shrugged and left the room.
I feel all warm and fuzzy. Can't wait to see her again.
Kathy N-V