My father made the mistake of trying to pick my mom up when she fell. He fractured a vertibrae in his back and that set off a chain reaction of pain. This was four months ago but the pain was especially bad yesterday so his doctor squeezed him in before the start of his regular office hours. My father was still sleeping when I stopped by to pick him up at 6:30 and I hated to wake him. The doctor is very thorough and he did what doctors do, he ordered a battery of tests. Cat scan, blood tests, x-rays, bone scan and a urine test. He also prescribed pain killers and muscle relaxers to make my dad more comfortable.
The bone scan was a two part experience. He was injected with a radioactive dye and told to return a few hours later for the scan. The nurse took my father back and said it would take about an hour. She told me to sit in the waiting room and I told her, “I can’t handle the soap opera” (playing on the tv.).” She said, I know what mean. You could always wait in the hallway and I’ll find you. I read the paper which I had fallen behind on. The San Bernardino mass shooting story was on the front page. A guy standing across fromsaid, “So that story is plastered all over the front pages. Just what they want, more attention.” “Shoot the messenger,” I thought.
I went back in the waiting room and sat down. Who Wants To Be A Millionaire? was on the tv. I got sucked into it and before I knew it my dad came out.
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