Wednesdays with Poppy: Todays installment stars the ever entertaining Poppy (my dad), his clueless daughter (me), and a surprise appearance by a pulmonologist (the lung guy- hes a surprise because no one knew my dad had a pulmonologist). Me: Why are we going to see the lung guy? Dad: I dont know. Me: Who told you to go see the lung guy? Dad: My doctor. Me: Just because?? Dad: I dont remember. :) As I sit through my dads appointment with the lung guy, it becomes quite clear that he has been to this guy a few times, much to my surprise. However, there is no way that I am going to let the lung guy know that I have no idea what the HELL is going on here, so I begin to do what I do best…pretend that I know what Im talking about without letting on that I have no clue. A skill, that as a mother of 4 (5 if you include my husband), I have perfected over the years. :) Me: So Doctor, just to refresh my memory, my dad was referred to you by his doctor for… Lung guy: Yes, because he was having trouble breathing. Dad: Snaps his fingers and points to me with a big smile and says, Thats why Im here!! (His Oprah A-ha Moment) I glare at my dad, which quickly erases the smile from his face. Me: And how long has it been?, I ask the doctor. Lung guy: (looking at his notes so he cant see me and my dad having a side conversation) I first saw saw him in 2009… I look at my dad and mouth 5 years??? to which he furrows his brow at me as if to say, hmm, its really been 5 years? Still looking over his notes, the lung guy continues, when I first diagnosed him with C.O.P.D. Me: Thats right (I snarl at my dad) so its been 5 years that hes had this condition. I look at my dad again and mouth are you kidding me? 5 years? C.O.P.D? To which my dad mouths back, what? what the hell is he (points to lung guy) talking about? Lung guy: And then 2 years ago, I diagnosed him with a Fibrotic lung condition. Me: Thats right-wow, has it been 2 years already? I say this as I angrily stare at my dad who shrugs his shoulders and returns the angry stare. As we leave the appointment, my dad is as happy as a pig in shit and Im fuming. He turns to me and says, So…what do you think? I think that went quite well, dont you? I just look at him, to which he says, My God, stop looking at me like that, you look just like your mother. She used to look at me like that when I was in trouble. Me: Youre lucky Im not mom. Dad: Dont I know it.
Posted on: Fri, 30 May 2014 21:32:26 +0000
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