When Tommy went to his doctor, I asked afterwards how things went, what the doctor said. He said the doctor said his tests were okay. But, he said the main thing he talked to him about was buying a plan under Medicare. He said there were tests he needed that would be free if he bought some sort of plan. I am amazed that a doctor would be pushing a plan. So, Tommy is going to find one. Is this what doctors are supposed to be doing--selling for Medicare? He does not sign them up. But, Tommy was with the doctor for a long time. He did say that most of the time was spent with the doctor talking to him about the benefit of a "plan."
In a table in a prominent place in the doctor's waiting room is a table with lots of brochures in their little plastic displays. I have never seen this before. It seems the doctor is pushing drugs to me. Maybe I go to lazy doctors who think their jobs are to make people well, not advertise for drug makers.
In the last box of patterns I sorted, I found a pattern I hoped was saved long ago when I brought these boxes to Tommy. Well, he brought them to his own home about five or more years ago. I had a favorite sweat shirt pattern that I made out of several "scraps" of fabric that I bought from a cutting room. The thing I like about this pattern is the raglan sleeves. I hate set in sleeves in sweatshirts I have bought. So, this is a perfect pattern.
I still have about five more boxes to sort. sigh
When I came here, I slept in Tommy's bed and still do. (He has not slept in his bed for about five years. He sleeps in his recliner.) But, his bed broke down the first day I was here, so he took a bed from another room for me. It is the frame with no headboard or footboard, the one that allows my covers to fall off.
When I first met Tommy and was visiting for a day, the sideboard of the bed cracked somehow, a loud crack. He never even checked it out! When it broke the first day I moved here, I told him I would fix it with glue and a clamp. His bed does not have metal rails for the mattress. It has wooden rails and uses slats. He was angry his bed was broken and would not allow me to fix it.
His parents bought this bed when they married, so it is about 70-years-old. It has a tall headboard and almost as tall footboard.
Well, I bought glue and a clamp and waited to surreptitiously work on the bed. He refused to me repair it, getting very angry. The other day, I told him I had glue and a clamp and could fix the bed. He eagerly asked me where was the glue and clamp. He is eager for me to fix the bed frame. So, I suppose that will be something I should do this week. I also suggested he get one of those metal boxes that takes the place of box springs.
I looked out the fanlight window on the front door on Halloween afternoon and notice a big bird was sitting on the shepherd's hook. It was 12-14 inches high and sort of speckled. I yelled for Tommy as the bird flew off. I think he told me it was a red-shouldered hawk. Not sure. I wonder what he is looking for in our yard. I have a raven hanging on the shepherd's hook and momentarily I wondered how it flew up to the perch he claimed....lol. I hope he goes away and does not get hummingbirds.
Dinner Sunday night--meatloaf, carrots, broccoli.
What has been your experience with doctors pushing medicare plans and advertising many drugs?
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