Thursday was the follow up appointment to check Ma's thyroid levels. She had zoned out while we waited in the waiting room. The Doc helped me rouse Ma.
I was invited into the examination room so I could hear what was going on. Blood levels good. Blood pressure excellent.
Ma asked whether she had to take that pill twice a day. That pill is a 1,000 IU Vitamin D. She had asked me a few days earlier about the dosage. I told her one tablet would be fine. The doctor concurred with me.
"I'll write down a list of the medications your grandma is taking," said the Doc.
"Excuse me, but I'm her daughter, not her granddaughter."
"Oh, I'm sorry," said the Doc as if he had grievously offended me.
"No worries. I'm flattered."
The Doc grabbed a pad of paper and in his crabbed doc handwriting began making a list of medications and dosages Ma is supposed to take. I tried not to make a "tsk" sound at his appalling penmanship.
"There. Well, is it my imagination or does Ma seem less sleepy?" asked the Doc with a large grin on his face.
Hello! You had to help me rouse Ma when it was her turn for the examination!
"It's your imagination," I said smiling politely.