...It's off to the urologist I go. The D wears me out when he has a doctor's appointment. Yesterday it was the cardiologist (took a good four hours - time I did NOT have to spare). As soon as he gets up, he starts asking me when we're going to leave. This happens about every 30 minutes. It can be crazy-making.
Then we have the drive. He's like a GPS with an attitude. I'll leave it at that except to say I made no fewer than three U-turns yesterday. His blood pressure was elevated when the cardio nurse took it. Now I'm supposed to start monitoring it. Great.
Today will be awkward given the nature of the problem. He says it's better but Sarita has seen some evidence to the contrary, including a new, unrelated problem. I can't go into that here, but I'll try to ask a few questions in the car. That works pretty well because there's no need to make eye contact.
Better run. The appointment is in 30 minutes and we've got two miles to go. But admittedly, parking takes a few minutes.
Later...
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