Dr. Laskar, for the last time
Trevor and Kert take dad to his final physical with Dr. Laskar…and get a bit of surprise
It’s 5am and I’m about to get ready to drive over to Yakima to take dad to his final physical exam with Dr. Laskar. Called and talked with dad last night before bed—he was groggy so although he said he was just watching TV, I think I woke him. He was confused and had a hard time comprehending that Trevor and I would be there in the morning to take him to his appointment. He noted “Christmas is tomorrow.”
*Sigh.
When I woke this morning, saw that dad had tried calling three times last night all between 1 and 3am.
*Sigh.
UPDATE:
Just returned from the day in Yakima. A marked change in dad—more gaunt (although his weight at the doctor’s office was still a robust 190lbs. He is verbalizing more things that don’t make sense—either things he might be hallucinating or stories his mind is making up and he just adds on with his voice.
Dr. Laskar was pleased with the way dad looked; a little more energized and animated. Dad was even trying to joke with Dr. saying: “C’mon doc, I don’t have much time.” Trevor believes the B12 injections are having a big difference. Dr. looked at Dad’s swollen leg and was afraid it might be a blood clot so he scheduled an immediate ultrasound. THIS was our surprise—and a bit alarming. So, of course. Why not. Why not this too! The appointment was made for 1pm (ugh…) but the nurse said the might call Trevor within 10 minutes because they are waiting on a patient who hadn’t shown up yet. And thankfully, we just get dad in the car and Trevor gets that call. So, Dad got in right away! (Yep, the Universe is looking out for us!).
That test turned out to be, thankfully, negative despite the family history of DVTs! Turns out Dad just needs to get his butt off his chair more often! Little does he realize we aren’t offering Club Med in Lake Stevens!
We set Dad up with a Filet-O-Fish, fries, and a Starbuck’s Iced Grande Hazelnut Oatmilk latte! The man can eat. He needs to eat as much of this non-vegan stuff as he can, while he still can. Don’t even ask me about the Cheeze-Its!
And he LOVED Kristin’s home-baked vegan chocolate chip cookies (no Clary, they don’t have Tofu in them).
One month to go Dad. Hang in there. You’ve got this.