MIL Chronicles
Never mind the part about a-fib, the semi-emergent cardiology appointment with one day turn around (tomorrow) and the purple legs. The following are facts in evidence:
1. The doctor was so nice, you know she's tall and thin and very friendly.
2. Her heart is just in a little funny rhythm and the doctor called and got her an appointment for tomorrow. (This is because MIL is likable and so sweet that the doctor made the appointment for her. The bounds of self-importance know no limits)
3. The high dose metoprolol has her in a CONTROLLED a-fib about 120bpm
Other then that, Mrs. Lincoln...how was the play?
Icing moment:
Doc: how many children do you have?
MIL: 2
Doc: how many grandchildren?
MIL: after some thinking - ONE
Doc: how old?
MIL: Deb will he be 8?
ME: no, Emmitt will be 7 in March. It's her grand-dog. Emmitt is the dog.
Doc: mouth agape, 2 second pause, hysterics.
PS-Bring a book tomorrow, they said. They worked her in so it'll be a long wait. Bring. A. Book. They. Said.
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