MEDICAL GUIDANCE

I don’t know why I’ve spent so much money on doctors since retirement. It seems that doctors and nurses surround me. I had no idea so many of my fellow residents had medical backgrounds. They must have. They have significant advice for my current doctor and me as to what should be done during my heart recovery. If they do not come from medical backgrounds they are at least over protective, smothering mothers who are sure they know best. It doesn’t seem to matter that even in a group situation they give conflicting advice. They argue that my doctor is not giving me the right information or treating me correctly.

One provided me with a hand written schedule of when and how much Warfarin I should take daily. I seems that only one of my council thinks I should follow the advice of my doctor. I have been handed a great deal of literature to add to the already significant pile of doctor provided literature. I enjoy reading, but prefer a linear story to pages and pages of facts, graphs, charts, warnings, directions and general boring material. It may be important, but it is dull.

Multiple times a day I am asked how I am. If I say fine, their response is, no, I mean HOW are you? The word how is emphasized so I will know they really care and are really concerned. I have never doubted that they care, but if they are going to help me, I want them to form a committee and have one person come and present it to me. Maybe they could then agree.

It’s good to know I am cared for. I only get a reprieve from the care by not coming out of my apartment, but I only remain in when I don’t feel well. Hiding doesn’t really help. Some come to the door.

I listen, smile and ignore their input. I take the literature they hand me and nod earnestly as they share their knowledge or lack thereof. I know they mean well and most believe they are the only one trying to help me. Only one has brought me food. I love her for that. Another tells me to ignore them all. I take her suggestion. No men have made any comments except that they are glad to see I’m back. That’s good enough.

I began “Walker’s Beginning Walkers” this morning. It’s a small group of previous non-walkers. We all know we should be walking so we’ve teamed up to push one another along. Three of us formed the group. Only two make the walk to the park today. It felt good to get out. I realize there is no real excuse, but I claim exhaustion. Of course I can claim anything I want, but eating right alone is not good enough. I must move.

I wish all this love and care moved me to my feet and encouraged me to want to walk. Like they say, better now than never.