A Trip to the Doctor

Mom has a way of announcing things--just the headline, none of the details--that assumes we have discussed the subject before when, in fact, it is a completely new topic. Such as her 2:30 doctor's appointment which I found out about at 10:00 that morning when I was informed that if it was inconvenient for me, she would ask my brother to take her.

"Take you where?"

The appointment was not on her calendar. She had just made it that morning and had already packed an overnight bag with a change of clothes, a book and her pills (she takes surprisingly few pills for a woman her age) because the doctor would send her directly to the hospital from her* office for the procedure. The doctor was a substitute--her regular was on vacation. Mom informed me the doctor was a woman and her name was "Sue something, or maybe Dee. They don't speak clearly, there."

A trip to the hospital and a "procedure" were also news to me but I took her down to the doctor's office at the proper time where one of the names on the door was "Dr. D'Souza." Mr. Dr. D'Souza.

She was with Dr. D'Souza for the better part of an hour and I was mentally preparing myself for a trip to the hospital when she finally emerged with one new prescription, one old prescription cancelled and a note which she did not understand and did not show me until we got home.

So. Drama also cancelled.

When we got in the car she looked at the overnight bag, "It's a good thing I brought all those pills so the doctor knows what I'm taking." Of course, she had left the bag in the car. She also never mentioned the book or the change of clothes or any intention of staying at the hospital. So we went straight home where she showed me the note--which directed her to go to the hospital--where they would take and analyse a sample, a fifteen minute operation.

We go back to the doctor in three weeks.