Yesterday was a day of fixing stuff.
I did see the rheumatologist who showed me my numbers, and says at this point a one in two chance of breaking a hip. So I reluctantly agreed to start the twice yearly Prolia shot, the potential serious side effects being statistically far smaller than the prospect of breaking something.
She was surprised I wasn't wanting to do this right away, among all the cataract work, since she said the two are not connected, but agreed that I know best what I can cope with. Also they're both unknowns at this point. So I start the Prolia late August.
This shows yet again that only the physically tough get through medical school, particularly females. They can't even imagine feeling frail in the face of physical decisions. Also they're not in their eighties. Things look different from here.
Her mask kept crinkling into a Muppet mouth shape as she earnestly talked and I had trouble keeping serious. The whole set-up was comical anyway, she being a Romanian immigrant, me a Brit one, both talking in broken American. But I think it's okay. Better at least try it than not, the risk now being greater.
Then a very good phone call in the afternoon from the eye doctor's surgical coordinator, blessed Michelle, and we sorted everything.
I paid for the first eye, she tactlessly saying it's better not to pay for both at once "in case anything happens". Sounded ominous, but okay. One at a time.
She looked into the Rx mix-up and found the original Rx was back-ordered, pharmacy called for advice, my doctor unavailable, another one in the practice subbed a comparable one. So that's okay.
She's dismayed about the wrong information on the surgical center sheet and will call them to get it fixed, meanwhile glad I told her, so she can direct people better, yay!
All in all a good day of resolving. This blog appears to have become a temporary Boring Medical Newsletter, but oh well.
A local friend and I used to have an imaginary development newsletter, H-- Happenings, and when we chatted about neighborhood doings we'd say well, there's another column for Happenings, will you write it or shall I?
After all the phoning and doctoring, I was glad to lie on the deck and watch the sky
Shortly after this, I drifted peacefully off and woke in time for supper. And I guess Boris heard about all my fixing and finally resigned before I got there to fix him, too. No, no, not Boud!
And yesterday my MOC Bonnie, great rep, posted this