7. I am tired.

As summer winds down and we are almost to the end of the second year, we get our appointment time at the HRMF (highly regarded medical facility).  While Roger had started to notice a decrease in the visual disturbances, I am getting questions from friends who are now noticing something is “off”.  My once steady husband is now scattered and easily frustrated.  He cannot remember our youngest child’s roommates names and has met them many times. Recalling friends names and directions are frustrating.  He often confuses our two daughters.  The fatigue is on a whole different level.  He fell asleep in church, talking to me, and at dinner with friends in a restaurant! I am often finding myself up by myself at night while he’s in bed early. 

We travel to the HRMF (highly regarded medical facility).  Before we leave, at the suggestion of my sister, I sit down and comb through his medical records, making note of any possible medical diagnosis and a timeline of events.  In doing so, I notice that it is a game of doctors saying “I suspect Parkinson’s” and the next doctor stating “I do not see any sign of Parkinson’s”.  This is repeated throughout the past two years of testing with a variety of different diagnosis. 

When we are at the HRMF (highly regarded medical facility), we are greeted by the fellow.  She is lovely, takes down all our medical information and then goes to get the physician we were referred to.  The physician spent five minutes with us, stated that he felt it was due to being a former drinker, made a gesture, told us that we were referred to the wrong type of physician and “goodbye”.  When I asked for assistance because I go back to work soon and we need answers, he shrugged his shoulders, told us to see a neurologist, and walked out.  The lovely fellow tried to get us an immediate appointment to neurology to no avail.  We then began our long trip home with no answers. Those who know me know that I didn't let this doctor walk out quietly and without sharing my frustration. I felt bad for the fellow. She was wonderful and very apologetic. On the long drive home, Roger pointed out the raccoon on the sign. (It was an arrow.)