So I’m waiting in the MB E430 again until Mom is finished with her blood work. Dad is with her. So that leaves me time to blog.
From 1229 to 1247, Mom walked two sets of six-minutes tests in the hall while the attending nurse document her respiratory distress. She could only walk two minutes each. Pathetic. Both were SAI women and they’re nicer and made Mom laugh.
From 1000 to 1130, I waited in the car for Mom to be done with her lung doctor, who did CT scan on her lungs. They waited for the report. And while we registered at the Old Hospital from 1200 to 1230, I read the report and saw that the findings indicated for nodules – two upper left lobe, one lower left lobe, one upper right live, with a mobile artifact in the damaged lower right lobe.
Patty, the assistant, heard Mom’s complaint and stayed with her during the CT Scan. I believe the cardiologist (the one that gave a “jewel” to the purple-eyed actress) saw Mom’s breathing distress from his Staff’s restroom and later demanded to speak with the lung doctor, who at that time was in an emergency call at the Main Hospital.
Yeah, so, the swollen bitch ass may benefit from oxygen (with that bully ass tank) per cardiologist, who found nothing wrong with her enlarged heart.
So far this is a oxygen tank remedy is worth trying because the swollen bitch ass is riding on my nerves with her aggressive frustrations and annoying confusion.
I told Dad that earlier this week, Mom asked if we had Vitamin A. I mumbled outta my breath for her to eat your carrots! But later in the car she inquired again but asked for Vitamin B-12. I said we had two bottles from Trader’s Joes. The swollen bitch ass accused me of not hearing her correctly.
Honestly, she can go away too because old farts, like that swollen bitch ass, can loose their minds from health problems. She’s inconveniencing many humanz for her problems. What a joke, this assignment of mine.
Oh the staff are professional and nice. No problem this time. Eh.
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