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My new cane |
The x-ray came back already that afternoon as "serious osteoarthritis" and my doctor via his aides gave me the name of a hip specialist. I was able to schedule an appointment with him for next Monday. The office person at Princeton Orthopedics told me I had to have a disk of my x-ray to show him. More on that later as I wondered why electronic transmission was not possible.
I anxiously awaited the glucose and A1C results and they came in on Tuesday with a diagnosis of "mild diabetes" and a recommendation to "limit simple carbs and sweets" and drink more water. I eat very few simple carbs but I do succumb to sweets and I certainly could drink more water. I felt I was given another six month reprieve to try to do better and am so glad I don't have to take any more drugs with unpleasant side effects. (We hear too many ads on TV!)
So then there was the hassle of getting a disk which had to be ordered from Medical Records at the hospital where I had the x-ray. I went through an interminable phone chain without success and finally talked to a real person who put me on to another real person. I ordered the disk and said I would pick it up that afternoon. It was pouring rain but we made the trip to the hospital. I asked for directions to Medical Records and hoped it wouldn't be a great distance as I walked along with my cane. "Take a left and then another left" I was told. I had to ask for help twice while walking the long corridors with multiple places to take a left. But I succeeded and when the clerk saw me pull out my reading glasses to fill out the permission form, she asked me for my driver's license and did it for me. I thanked her, left with my disk, and hoped to be able to take a right and then another right to reverse my directions and find the entrance. Happily there were exit signs and I came close enough to the right place to text Jim who picked me up after a very short wait in the rain.
So, progress and relief and maybe next week I will get some help for the arthritis--not hip replacement surgery which I have vetoed but maybe a cortisone shot or some temporary relief. I felt weary at times this week of advocating for myself but also grateful for kind medical help and really quite prompt results for tests and xrays via voice mail messages. And I am very grateful for my husband who was my chauffeur and has had to listen to my laments.