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A Really Hard Day

Today is the day we go meet Dad’s new doctor. It’s been over a year since he’s had a check-up. His old doctor has retired and her office told me about a new clinic that’s opened up in town. There are two practitioners in the new office that are currently accepting patients.   Dad and I drove over there last week and picked up the forms he needed to complete in preparation for his visit. I filled them out as best I could, but there was a lot of information I didn’t have. Much of the paperwork was left blank because he couldn’t recall most of the information they requested.   I’ve never understood why these forms continually need to be filled out over the course of a lifetime. It seems to me that in terms of medical and family history, filling them out once should suffice.  It’s not like the family history will ever change. It’s annoying having to answer these questions over and over. These types of inefficiencies in the human experience drive me crazy. But, I digress....

Small Victories

He comes to the edge of the doorway to tell me he’s heading into town. His favorite bakery is open and he wants to get there before it closes. Small town businesses often operate randomly. This particular place is run by a woman with considerable baking skills. She offers a tasty array of home baked goods; sometimes she’s open and sometimes she’s not. His favorites are the orange cranberry scones and oatmeal raisin cookies. No doubt he’ll also fill one of his numerous thermoses with a large ration of coffee. Coffee and pastries are his two favorite food groups. If I wasn’t here to cook for him, that’s all he would eat. He asks if I want to come with him. I beg off with a gesture pointing to the piles of laundry on the guest room floor. I want to get my sheets changed and my room vacuumed. I ask if he’s stopping by the credit union. He affirms that he is. I tell him to get some money for groceries so we can shop later. He explains for the 5th or 6th time this week (It’s Wednesday) that ...