Whenever Grandpa and I drive anywhere - this is how I picture us: Hanging out the window with those spinning things hooting and hollering all the way! On the way to his last doctor appointment two weeks ago, I saw a car that had a stuffed pig just like this one from the Geico commercial. I need to get my hands on one of those because that would just be perfect for Grandpa and me.
Grandpa's appointment was for 11:20 AM on Friday. I've never seen anyone so pumped about a doctor appointment, and not just this one! Every doctor appointment is a treat for Grandpa. I still think he hopes that one of these appointments will be good news about his vision. Unfortunately, we haven't had luck, yet.
Grandpa's doctor is leaving the practice and she was wonderful through all of this, so we're sad to see her go. We stopped to pick up a bouquet of flowers before the appointment. Grandpa had me sign the card, 'Your Miracle Patient' because that is what she would call him. Indeed!
The nurse called him back and I escorted him. They had him step on the scale and Grandpa guessed his weight. Off by one. Then, we went into the exam room. He guessed his blood pressure, and again, he was off by a very little. I think I'll go buy some Powerball tickets and have him guess the numbers.
Then, the nurse left and the doctor came in. The doctor left and before the nurse came back with the flu shot, Grandpa took his arm out of his sweatshirt and sat there all ready with his arm hanging out. It was a good five minutes just sitting there with his sweatshirt pulled up to his neck. The nurse walked in and laughed. "Oh, you have your arm out already! CUTE!"
I am guessing that the questions they ask must be mandatory?! Like, "Have you had the flu shot before?", "Are you feeling sick today?", and...
NURSE: Are you pregnant?
GRANDPA: Well... no, not today.
Really? She didn't say it like she was being funny. Maybe she knew Grandpa and his sense of humor and thought she'd see what kind of reply she'd get? Or, maybe she was just on autopilot? Who knows, but it was funny.
After the flu shot and the doctor visit, we went to The Blue Willow for lunch. Grandpa likes that place, but it's not really set up well for walking around with blind Grandpa. He only ran into a few people and one cart full of dirty dishes. It probably wouldn't have happened if I could decipher RIGHT from LEFT a little more promptly. Poor Grandpa.
And then, there are the people who stare at us until about 5 minutes after we sit down. It actually does not bother me. One day, I would LOVE to start picking my nose, pulling out wedgies, crossing my eyes, or whatever else I feel like doing. At some point, I am going to take off my socks and eat with my feet. It would be luck that at the very moment I start eating with my toes, Grandpa's vision would come back and that would be the first thing he sees. I think I'll just continue handling everything in stride -- just like Grandpa.
Ah...
Just another day... Just Grandpa & Kiki!
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