Needles and icky things
My Hubby does *NOT* like needles and icky things. The problem is that he has a brother, sister and sister-in-law who are medical doctors. His brother practises in the suburb where we live. Hubby also has a wife who has a PhD in biochemistry. What that means is that our local GP is terrified that one day he'll make a misdiagnosis or miss something serious in our family.
The result of this is that our GP is incredibly thorough at checking everything. A few years back a routine blood test showed that Hubby had an oh so slightly lower than average level of platelets in his blood. So of course he was sent off to a haemotologist with a referral. Hubby was not impressed with the litres of blood removed for further testing all of which indicated no problem whatsoever. The complaints flowed about how many needles were involved.
Sometimes the blood tests give him some joy though. One time he came back from the doctor saying that the doctor was concerned that his blood cholesterol level was below average and that the recommendation was more cream and chocolate cake.
This week our GP's thoroughness led to more needles. Hubby rang from work saying that the left side of his face was paralysed and co-workers were asking if he'd had a minor stroke. The boss put him in a taxi home as soon as she saw his face and I promptly took him to our GP. Thankfully the diagnosis was not a stroke but a paralysed facial nerve due to the virus he's just had, but.....just to be sure Hubby was sent off for a CT scan. Another needle. As Hubby puts it, "They sent me for a brain scan and found nothing." Apparently the paralysis wears off in a month or so, but Hubby has to continually focus to blink his left eye so it doesn't dry out. I put drops in 6 times a day and that helps but yesterday I needed to get some more from the pharmacy.
Mike hopped in the car for the trip and brought his Buzz Lightyear toy. At the counter I declined the bag for the eye gel drops and the large vitamin container I also bought. Mike was asked by the assistant if he would like to carry the items but he declined because he was holding Buzz. At the car he informed me that he couldn't have carried the "big blink" and the "little blink" because he was too busy holding Buzz. I think he must have been observing the eye drop routine at home and the huge amount of blinking that follows the drops.
Hubby says he looks like something from a Frankenstein movie. I just find half kisses interesting.
The result of this is that our GP is incredibly thorough at checking everything. A few years back a routine blood test showed that Hubby had an oh so slightly lower than average level of platelets in his blood. So of course he was sent off to a haemotologist with a referral. Hubby was not impressed with the litres of blood removed for further testing all of which indicated no problem whatsoever. The complaints flowed about how many needles were involved.
Sometimes the blood tests give him some joy though. One time he came back from the doctor saying that the doctor was concerned that his blood cholesterol level was below average and that the recommendation was more cream and chocolate cake.
This week our GP's thoroughness led to more needles. Hubby rang from work saying that the left side of his face was paralysed and co-workers were asking if he'd had a minor stroke. The boss put him in a taxi home as soon as she saw his face and I promptly took him to our GP. Thankfully the diagnosis was not a stroke but a paralysed facial nerve due to the virus he's just had, but.....just to be sure Hubby was sent off for a CT scan. Another needle. As Hubby puts it, "They sent me for a brain scan and found nothing." Apparently the paralysis wears off in a month or so, but Hubby has to continually focus to blink his left eye so it doesn't dry out. I put drops in 6 times a day and that helps but yesterday I needed to get some more from the pharmacy.
Mike hopped in the car for the trip and brought his Buzz Lightyear toy. At the counter I declined the bag for the eye gel drops and the large vitamin container I also bought. Mike was asked by the assistant if he would like to carry the items but he declined because he was holding Buzz. At the car he informed me that he couldn't have carried the "big blink" and the "little blink" because he was too busy holding Buzz. I think he must have been observing the eye drop routine at home and the huge amount of blinking that follows the drops.
Hubby says he looks like something from a Frankenstein movie. I just find half kisses interesting.
posted by Mrs Q @ 6:05 PM
1 Comments:
At May 23, 2008 at 7:52 PM ,
Unknown said...
More cream and chocolate cake??? I could live with that!
My dad doesn't like hearing about surgeries... which we ALWAYS get to hear about in *great detail* (sometimes it seems that you could almost perform it yourself) at Bible study/prayer meeting.
And I was very glad to hear that it was nothing worse wrong with Mr. Q. :)
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