UH OH

THINGS GO ALONG SMOOTHLY and then bam! a new challenge arises.

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?"
Jane   "Yes"


Upon examination, the Dr. upped a couple of Mr. Bob's medications and told us to come back tomorrow for an echocardiogram.

Laughter is the best medicine.

Once this condition is brought under control, then and only then will it be time to investigate the spot on his right lung.

"Half the modern drugs could well be thrown out the window, 

except that the birds might eat them."  

                                                      ~Martin H. Fischer