We have a scheduled appointment for a follow-up with Dr New later this week. However, Dr New actually given up her practice and left town. We have been transferred to someone else. Dr Someone Else seems perfectly reasonable from her online biography. It’s just that starting over at this point with yet another doctor just seems unbearable. It was hard enough with Dr New.
You see, I didn’t actually want to see Dr New. I did not want to have to tell the whole story over again, endure all the invasive questions, and end up with the same set of limited options. I am completely aware of what those options are, at this point. All I wanted was my beloved Dr C. But with Dr C far, far away, and old age rapidly approaching, we decided to give it one last shot. There really wasn’t any option other than to consult a local doctor.
I am hesitant about going to this appointment. D had to drag me to the one with Dr New. He will probably have to do the same again. I will consider this a go-see, just in case there is some new perspective that can be shed on our situation (something I highly doubt).
It seems that the troubles we’ve experienced all these years have finally taken their toll on my husband. He continues to be surprisingly optimistic. Enthusiastic, even. Poor dear. He’s clearly become delusional.