Hoping that my primary doctor will step up and coordinate a game plan for recovery today. So far, I have her, an ENT Specialist, Plastic Surgeon, Maxillofacial Surgeon, Massage Therapist and probably soon a Neurosurgeon and Physical Therapist. Do you think any of them talk to each other? Nope, that would be too easy and time consuming, so I need to do it. Yup, me, with the head injury who barely remembers my name. The only person I can count on so far has been my pharmacist. He looked at all the prescriptions and recognized a lethal combination and told me not to take the prescribed drug. I worship him. He also looked at my mother's prescriptions last year and patiently told me she was on far too many pills and the wrong kind for her condition. He single handedly is responsible for the start of her recovery. I am not worthy.
What do people without an advocate do? I know how much time and coordinated effort it is for me dealing with my mom, at least a doctor visit a week, regular blood draws and reports from the nurses and caregivers at her Assisted Living place. Damn, I have turned into high maintenance.
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Luckily, the Colonel to the rescue. He has a PhD from Google, so he knows what he's doing. Seriously, if you've ever been on a board with him, you know not to mess with the man. And now that he has that extra dose of wilderness testosterone, it's gonna get interesting......
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Heidi, love of my life, you're one tough broad. I've seen you take pain and misery and discomfort like a true cowgirl and I'm so proud of you. It nearly kills me to see you go through this. Elmer is in a squeeze jar now and you'll be back on Cody in no time. That's who you are. Love's you Belle. The Colonel/Mister.
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