The waiting game
Gilly’s energy is marginally better today, and so are his spirits. His appetite is pretty much the same. He was more jovial than usual last evening, so hopefully he’ll be the life of Aaron’s 18th birthday party this evening (we’re preparing to leave in a few moments). He’s decked out in that handsome sweater he wore last Sunday to the cousin’s club, and he looks smashing in my [perhaps prejudice] estimation.
Dr. Kavan neglected to get back to me today, for whatever reason. I dutifully called as he requested and left a detailed message, but he did not respond. He may not be aware of what it is like on our end. The waiting game when it comes to anticipating MRI results is agonizing. Additionally, we await instructions as to whether or not to continue with Dilantin. I suppose he has some all important, important doctor business excuse, but it’s the human aspect of medicine that is lacking in this particular situation.
We have no choice but to bear the anxiety of waiting through the weekend. Gilly is not on edge, actually, because he is not 100% aware of the potential implications. I suppose it is better that way. I used to tell him to go to sleep and I will stay up and worry for him (when the children were out late, especially at first). This is a similar circumstance, only I don’t need to tell him; he’s somehow at ease knowing that I have the situation under control (as best it can be).
Speaking of doctors and their bedside manner, we bumped into Dr. Mohr at the hospital yesterday and he greeted Gilly pleasantly by name. I was impressed and I told him so. He does seem to have some people skills, it turns out. It does make one feel somewhat important to be remembered.
Dr. Kavan neglected to get back to me today, for whatever reason. I dutifully called as he requested and left a detailed message, but he did not respond. He may not be aware of what it is like on our end. The waiting game when it comes to anticipating MRI results is agonizing. Additionally, we await instructions as to whether or not to continue with Dilantin. I suppose he has some all important, important doctor business excuse, but it’s the human aspect of medicine that is lacking in this particular situation.
We have no choice but to bear the anxiety of waiting through the weekend. Gilly is not on edge, actually, because he is not 100% aware of the potential implications. I suppose it is better that way. I used to tell him to go to sleep and I will stay up and worry for him (when the children were out late, especially at first). This is a similar circumstance, only I don’t need to tell him; he’s somehow at ease knowing that I have the situation under control (as best it can be).
Speaking of doctors and their bedside manner, we bumped into Dr. Mohr at the hospital yesterday and he greeted Gilly pleasantly by name. I was impressed and I told him so. He does seem to have some people skills, it turns out. It does make one feel somewhat important to be remembered.
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