Monday, when we talked, she had trouble completing long sentences, sounded like she wasn't able to catch her breath. She had a G.P. visit that afternoon, he took blood and listened to things and took pressures and pulse - told her that he would call w/ the results of the blood tests, but that she should see the pulmo doc.
She *finally* able to call the pulmonologist, they are only open 2 days a week, Weds & Thurs, and got an appointment for the 27th - !8 days away! Mom called me up all happy that she got an appointment in less than a month. I was Not Amused. I said 8 days - WTF is wrong with those people?? She was taken aback. I asked, don't they realize that you're still having difficulty?
[I went on for about 20 minutes] listing why they should be seeing her sooner. About mid way through, I got the inclination that she didn't realize the seriousness of her condition / symptoms and that the pulmo doc probably thinks that she's already under the care of another pulmo doc and just transferring or that this is a *new patient* visit.
she got all quiet and withdrawn, I felt a little bad, but wasn't saying anything that her G.P. shouldn't have already told her.
Eventually she said, she would call them back and find out about an appointment sooner. I said make sure that you tell them about the issues that you've been having and list the meds - lasix & breathing treatments in the hospital.
Dave suggested that she might not want to find out what's wrong - OK, possibly.
Why, because; oooh, she was a 40-50 year smoker, so she's afraid to go see a lung doc because she doesn't want to hear what he has to say? F*** that!
OK, then you want me to sit idly by and you let whatever this is that's slowly choking you; kill you? FINE; tell me that and I'll let it go and you can deal with the choking and stuff and I'll deal my sh*t.