Taking Daddy to the doctor

Everyone should experience taking an elderly parent to the doctor for several reasons.

Of course they need you to take them. Bless their hearts they can't see or hear or walk. Someone needs to drop them at the front of the building, find the location of the office, translate what the the precious tech is asking them to do and guide then to and from the waiting room to the inner office. 

This is what a good child will do for her parents as they age. I try to be a good daughter. I take daddy to from each visit. However, I cannot completely claim the status of good daughter.  I have no class.  I laugh out loud at the various degrees of his handicap. I can't help myself. 

Currently I am sitting at the eye doctor with him because his eye lids have fallen into his eyes. What the heck is that about?  This poor little girl is trying to get him to explain why he's here today. Good grief.  Now she needs him to look through the little lenses and tell him what he sees. I'm killing myself laughing here in the chair. If I'm not careful I will wet my pants. The beauty of it is that he can't see or hear me. Hahahaha

Back to waiting in the group area. All these sweet old folks talking to each other about how the price of watermelon has risen. They absolutely love watermelon. You can't get the long watermelon anymore though. They're all seedless. One old guy rinses his in Clorox in the sink just to make sure no toxins from the rind get in the actual melon. Conversation has switched to washing your chicken. OMG! This is so funny but I can't risk laughing. They might think I'm crazy!

By the time we get called back to see the doctor daddy is ansy. He gives me his cell phone to hold in case it rings. There's a sign saying to turn if off, but he's expecting a call. If it rings, I am instructed to run out of the room and handle it. Perfect. I can do that. 

Conversation while waiting consists of how he had to milk 4.5 gallons of milk from the cows every morning and most evenings when his brother in law wasn't around. Moving on to how easy kids have it today. After 15 minutes he hasn't been seen and he's ready to leave without being seen. He's now given the good doctor a 5 minute limit he proceeds to begin to count in 60 second increments.  He's killing me. 

Regardless, I will take him to any appointments he has. I will continue to laugh at him and love him dearly. 

Hallelujah....the doctor made his 5 minute time limit!