I should have seen this coming in my formative years...
"Vanessa," said Dad, "I want you to major in business administration."
That wasn't simply a wish but a command. All items that came out of my Dad's mouth were commands.
I didn't DARE ask what business administration was...
If I could have a rewind of that moment, and the guts and mouth I have now, I would have said, "No, Dad. I'm going to be a doctor because down the road I will have a daughter and a husband that will need a doctor frequently, and to be fully prepared, I need my own hospital. Now, make that check out to Johns Hopkin Medical School and make another out to a fund that will grow while I'm in medical school and I will be able to build my hospital when I near graduation. If you're lucky, I'll name it after you, but don't hold your breath."
Roger woke up and when I asked the question how he was feeling, I got more than I bargained for...having trouble breating, felt weak, thought he was beginning a UTI, etc. I called our doctor at 9 when they opened and we have a 1:30 apt. today.
My diagnosis, based on the past? He needs to be admitted, chest x-ray, see if the BOOP lung condition is rearing its ugly head(apt. with pulmonologist is tomorrow), run some cardiovascular testing like enzymes and echocardiogram, do pulmonary function studies, run a urine culture and lab work to check for elevated white blood count indicative of infection, etc.
I always KNOW what to do, but don't have the MD behind my name to order the testing or my own hospital that would take care of everyone regardless of ability to pay or lack of insurance. There would be courtesy, promptness, lack of attitude and both treatment of patient and family because family's concerns should be addressed as well.
Sigh...in a perfect Ness world, I guess.
Hope all my sistah-friends are having a good day and dodging excessive heat and storms. It's hot-hot-HOT here and although my grass needs mowing, Michael will be home tomorrow so I will get my booty kicked if I mow before he gets home. In my world, grass needs mowing once a week no matter how microscopically tall it is. So although to Mr. Consumer it looks fine, it's driving my OCD self crazy!
Hope gives us the ability to float until our ship comes in.