Monday, August 22, 2005

Visit to the Vet

My dad person went to see his Vet the other day. Well, he calls him a Neurologist, but I don't see much difference. Neither one knows what is wrong with you. They run expensive tests, make a guess and prescribe medicine. Then you write them a big check.

His Dr. Sounds better than mine in that they don't make him stand on a table and take his temperature, how embarrassing. They don't pry open his mouth and look at his teeth and tongue either. The Dr. Just takes his blood pressure, looks at his headache diary, makes suggestions about medicine changes and writes prescriptions. A much better deal if you ask me.

Of course I have it better when it comes to taking pills. He just has to swallow his. They hide mine in a piece of hot dog or cheese. Much nicer way to do it.

He keeps hoping that the Dr. will figure out something to cure him, but he doesn't. They just prescribe meds to lower the pain and make it a little easier to live life. Guess that is better than nothing. He just wants the pain to go away and have a normal life. Go figure.

1 comment:

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