Mr. Bob's been coughing more than usual, although with his COPD, a certain amount of hacking is not an unusual sound.
He's complained in the last few days of feeling weak. Then a fever appeared, so off to the doctor we went. He examined and prescribed, ordered an in room chest x-ray and sent us on our way. This morning, the day the same doctor visits the Manor, we checked in to find that it's a mild case of congestive heart failure, which "they" tell me sounds worse than it is, but a visit to the cardiologist was in order.
Dr: "How about tomorrow morning?"
Jane: "I'd prefer that he be seen today."
Dr: "Could you come right now?"
Upon examination, the Dr. upped a couple of Mr. Bob's medications and told us to come back tomorrow for an echocardiogram.
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