Monday, March 30, 2015
The doctor walks in and asks me what brings me in today? All I can do is shake my head. I've just been answering the nurses questions for the last 30 minutes????????
I tell him I am still quite short of breath. He says you have heart failure. I told him I thought my breathing was going to improve once all the fluid was removed. He says that might take some time or it might never improve. WTF?
I said that I can't sleep laying down because of sleep apnea. He says yeah that's part of heart failure.
He proceeds to write me 5 new prescriptions and tells me to stop taking the ones I just got filled on Monday from my primary care physician.
This all seems so foreign to me. I grew up in a small town with the family doctor and the dentist in the same hood. I can remember the doctor coming to our home and giving me stitches after a bike accident. I can remember walking to the dentist home to get pills for when my Dad had a toothache.
Now my doctors seem to know more about my insurance than I do.