Tuesday, June 3

And the beat goes on...we hope

 Little changes at our house, and that is mostly okay with us. That feels like it leaves little to write about. I generally come up with something. I can always groan on about the medical world. Butch had a preliminary sleep apnea test and he won. He has sleep apnea. That means he needs to have a more thorough test to find out how bad it is. I hear they have a number system. I predict it is a high number. To find this out, someone from the hospital is supposed to contact us and tell us when he needs to go for a sleepover at the hospital. We found this out last week, and so far, we haven't been informed. 

He was supposed to go today for a throat scope, but due to a lack of a message from that particular office, it isn't happening. The insurance company nixed that one, but no one informed us. They assumed Butch was "techy" and would see the message through his MYCHART. He didn't.

Tomorrow he has an appointment with a doctor about his unexplained weight loss. He was down to 155 pounds. He started at 180 about a year ago. There is a shred of good news. Today, he stepped on the scale and it was up two pounds.

He has an appointment with the heart doctor here the day after his 84th birthday. He will be seeing the same heart doctor I have on June 10th. I think they will get along. I just hope he has something positive to share with us.

So all of the above has been on our mind. We still seem to get things done. Butch is playing golf with Jason when the weather allows.  We both are still playing pool most days at 4:00pm. Trivia night is Thursdays and game night is Saturdays and both activities are fun. Our "pool hall" is getting used precisely as we hoped it would, a gathering place.

Both of us always have a book going.  I've just finished this one, and I would highly recommend it. I loved it!

An emotional, rousing novel inspired by the incredible true story of two giraffes who made headlines and won the hearts of Depression-era America.

“Few true friends have I known and two were giraffes…”Woodrow Wilson Nickel, age 105, feels his life ebbing away. But when he learns giraffes are going extinct, he finds himself recalling the unforgettable experience he cannot take to his grave.


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