I was up to see my father yesterday. Actually, I went up prepared to take him into the doctor and give the doc’s desk a pounding if needed as dad’s been hardly able to eat for about a month and is getting steadily weaker. He needed to be seen. The doc had seen him about two weeks ago and had ordered bloodwork and then last Friday a Catscan. You might say with his deteriorating condition, we (or at least I) was getting a bit impatient.

I did get dad’s consent that if the doctor wasn’t prepared to give him an appointment yesterday that we’d go into the office and park there if needed. Sort of figured I needed that consent as I’d seem rather silly to go in there pounding on the desk and getting the doc’s attention and then when he agreed to see him saying “well, dad wouldn’t come in with me”. Just doesn’t make a good ending. Read the rest of this entry