Dr appts or how to look like a complete fool

I had to take dh to his cardiologist's appointment today.  Back when we were trying to get his FTD diagnosed, his heart stopped.  Stopped.  Dropped in the kitchen.  So, called 911, took him to the hospital.  They did a full cardiac work up, stitched up his head, admitted him for observation.  He has NO heart disease what so ever.  Perfectly healthy heart just stopped.  Evidently it happens sometimes.  So, they put in a pacemaker and he is fine.

Now we have to visit his cardiologist once a year.  Understand, dh is embarrassingly healthy and looks it.  He's a little overweight now, for the first time in his life, because of the constant craving for sweets, but other than that, he is healthy as the proverbial hog.  So, most people have no idea that he has a problem unless they try to have a conversation with him.

But I know going in what is about to happen.  And of course, it always does.  The doctor starts asking dh questions,  dh starts "telling his stories," I answer the doctor's questions, and I get the "look."  Even though I have already reminded the nurse that hubby has a little problem.  Even though she has had a heck of a time getting her charting done, because he talks non-stop, as fast as he can, about totally unrelated subjects, and she has finally given up and looked to me for answers.  The doctor wants the patient to answer the questions, not the wife.  So, I let him go.  Hubby tells his current favorite story of the 3000 marines who went into DeNang in 1968.  This is a long one.  But, I got "the look," so I let the gents work it out themselves.  It isn't until dh starts telling the doctor about his license being suspended, that the light bulb goes on and the doctor looks at his computer, then looks at me.  I nod.  And we finish the visit.  We'll repeat this episode again next year.  Hubby is still heart disease free and the cardiologist is really very good.

Thank the good Lord, I have the best medical support system I could possibly have.  I know that thanks to HIPPA, most doctors have stopped talking to family members at all.  Our PCP is a true treasure.  She takes care of me, dh, my mom and my sister and knows the whole family circumstance.  She treats dh with such compassion and respect and yet understands that she and I have to be a team so that he gets the best care we can both give.

I have been incredibly blessed throughout this circumstance and I don't doubt it for a moment.  Yes, we are dealing with a horrible disease and yes, every one in my family is suffering because of it.  But, every need has been provided in ways I could never imagine.  Thank you, God

PS - in case you get the wrong idea - I'm the one playing the fool role today!