Black Comedy, or Keep an Eye on the Bullet Holes...

I just don't know where to begin, after the most recent post.

Mr & Mrs NN, have had the worst possible diagnosis. The tumour was removed, with success. It was not benign. So begins a long journey for our very good friends. ( Shocking 'bullet holes' in our world!)

They remain in our hearts every day, with love and caring, of affection deeply felt.

We have had some very black comedy, in our quest for Health and Wellness.

Yesterday, I took a very ill GOM to the local Medical Center. Our usual Doctor was Interstate for the week.
GOM had continued to deteriorate, in spite of antibiotic treatment.

We logged in,  for an appointment with 'first available Doctor'. We were told the wait would be an hour, so we decided to sit and wait. GOM had forgotten his hearing aids, but I had thought I might have time to go home to get them. On being told it was an hour, we decided it was not worth a trip home. As they say, 'famous last thoughts!!' "They" lied, of course, and it was over 2 hours before we got attention.

We sat and waited. We observed a Doctor-person arrive, & begin to take patients. I have seen this Doctor before, whilst waitiing with my Grandaughter. He has been dubbed 'The Old F***er' by some of the regulars. We had no knowledge of this Doctor, nor his history. We have, however concluded, on past sightings, that he appears to be in need of the mortuary trolley or an ambulance to cart him off. He appears to be a very ill man. Bent double, and unable to call for his patients.. The receptionist calls out the name of the latest patient.

Yes you guessed it, we got allocated to the OF.
It was like some ghastly black comedy, or tragie/comedy. As we are greeted, silently, by the OF,  I produce the medications sheet provided by our regular GP. I explain in almost shouting terms, the problem with GOM's chest and the fact he is about to be out of Antibiotics. The whispering GP finally tells me has Parkinson's Disease, so he cannot talk above a whisper, (which is often unheard by me.)  I am shouting, explaining that GOM is deaf, so therefore unable to hear Dr Whispering P. I have to be the interpreter, as it were.
Dr W P listens to GOMs chest. He tells us GOMs chest is 'in a bad way'. Not comfortng news, but exactly what I had suspected. He then takes 20 minutes on his compter to give us a couple of prescriptions for medications. A stronger inhaler medication, plus a repeat of the Antibiotics. With differing instructions on how to take them. Not comforting, but not to be questioned.
I feel like I am dancing in some macabre comedy when I am trying to tell GOM what is happening, & trying to explain to the ever-smiling Dr OF , that we get it, and thankyou very much for your attention. I did wonder if the rosey cheeks & the perpetual smile were part of the Parkinson's. A very sad, but somehow hideously comedic Doctor visit!

GOM continues to be gravely ill. I am the primary carer & the nurse. I dont mind if he spends all day in bed. I try to give him nice meals with variety.
I still remain the most pitiful house wife in the area. I loathe housework, and I suppose I always will.

I took our Leo to be clipped yesetrday.
I bear the scars today.
There was blood all over the floor- it was mine! Leo decided he did not want his paws clipped, nor his nails trimmed.
So the Groomer, & I had a hot sweaty, bloody, hour getting him to play 'ball' one might say. Today, I have lost skin, -hence the blood on the floor- bruises you would not believe, to both forearms, plus thighs, as we sat on the floor tying to get cooperation over trimming those last 2 feet!!
He was so good today, when we had an unexpected visitor, who barked LOUDLY at Leo.  We got Leo on the lead, & he was very good. Our visitor was a Golden, who is normally so placid, but he gets excited on seeing 'toys'!!

All is calm now. The day has been hot beyond belief. I wanted to float away on Cloudboats.