Another Day, another doctor

We were fortunate in getting DH (for those in the "not know" this stands for dear hubby) in to see his primary care physician on Monday. Good news/bad news, isn't that always the way? Good news: He has seen "plenty" of people recover at least partial sight. He also has patients who live with an occluded artery for "twenty years". The inquisitor in me said to him" "So is it like when you lose a fallopian tube/ovary and it migrates to the other side to take over?" This was surprisingly not as flippant as it sounded. It really does regenerate new pathways when the dam gets clogged apparently. A body can be a marvelous thing. Bad news: no work for a month at least, however, I am taking this to mean he is not going back. He already had retired, but as happens sometimes to very brilliant men who take all the weight of the world on their shoulders, he was rehired and working full time in his teaching job. So I called the director this morning to give her the not so good news for her...needing to replace him, much sooner than expected. This was not how he saw his graceful easing out to the pasture. We had a specific time frame...son finish high school next year, off to college, we would travel the world or maybe to Mars: his favorite planet. Now, we might have to rethink that Mars trip. I am thinking those G-Forces may do more harm than good. And just getting there would take at least 214 earth days, add the exploratory tour, back another 214 days...well you're looking at a pretty long commitment. It's not like our Vegas trips where we can be in and out in a week and feel like its been a month (can you say over-stimulation? Bells, whistles,lights, action!) But I digress. So back to the doctor: Suddenly, you realize there are all kinds of services you never knew you needed and wish you never did. Nutritionists! Social Workers! Therapists of all kinds and every flavor to help in your journey. My DH is such a private person, he doesn't "share" like his gabby wife. I think he thinks this is the natural order of things. However, when I told him I would be going to every appt with him, he sweetly said "I was actually hoping you would." I am really trying hard not to "baby" him. He is still perfectly capable of doing most things. But I walk a fine line: If I act concerned, I risk emasculating. If I act unconcerned, he might think I don't care...and that is the furthest thing from the truth. More good news! I called his insurance to ask about his meds. The doc had written a scrip for 90 days, which = a mail order pharmacy which = a much lower price which =a possible long wait. Well, his insurance assured me I could get the 90 day scrip from a local pharmacy much much quicker obviously than waiting for the mail order and in a timid voice I asked them what might it cost for that 90 days? I almost got hysterical with laughter when she said "five-o-two" . Ok, we can do this, I mean what is 500$ when a man's life is at stake? Then...she clarified. $5.02. Too funny! I think we can swing that, except the retailer in me is thinking "two cents??? why the two cents?" Well, now I am thinking this will be the new metaphor for our new normal: Putting in my two cents as always. The nagging wife bringing nagging to new heights! Love you all. Oh and PS the neuro-ophthalmologist called and they can get him him tomorrow! Not next week, not June but tomorrow! Other good news, I am learning to spell new words! Who would think "ophthalmologist"would have so many h's and l's?