His bone doctor is out of the U.S., so David visited my doctor yesterday, because he could hardly walk on his bad knee. I’m the family scheduler so I’ve been trying to help him arrange follow-up appointments this morning.
What a mess. David is almost 86 and suffers with A-Fib. His regular bone doctor, who replaced two previous joints, told him he could do nothing else for him after David’s last surgery when he collapsed and was moved to the cardiac unit.
David relayed this information to my doctor, whom he saw yesterday. My doctor says David must have clearance from his primary care physician before he can schedule a pre-operative exam and surgery. Somehow in the process of trying to obtain “a piece of paper” from my surgeon for the pre-pre-op order, David managed to get his regular doctor’s personal assistant involved. She insists on speaking with David’s regular doctor (who is out of the country) before anything goes forward. Meanwhile David is hobbling around with his ailing knee.
You might recall David and a motorcyclist had an encounter a few weeks ago. She damaged his car while banging up her own body (she’s okay). The Insurance guy “totaled” the car, which means the insurance company will no longer pay for damage. The car, in the shop for three weeks, is not repaired. The mechanic says he’s having difficulty finding a part. I’m thinking this old car reminds me of Johnny Cash’s Cadillac song.
Billy and the girls reached California. Below a few of the photos they sent along the way. It sure is dry out there.