Doctor visit

Holy moly. We were at the doctor's office for about an hour and 45 minutes. No wonder my mother looks worn out. I'd scheduled with a few specific questions, but then it turned into a Medicare "wellness" visit, the goals of which didn't necessarily match up with my questions, but the  ARNP, Erin, made it work. We were supposed to also get labs done and have an x-ray, but there was no way we could go wait in two more lines after this. Luckily for us we had some chuckles along the way and the dogs waited patiently for us in the car.

One point only semi-chuckle-worthy: When I was checking my mom in, the receptionist asked me if I'd received my new Medicare card yet. Me? I said, "I'm not Pat! Do I look 81?" Oy.