This afternoon the doctor that Humana wanted me checked out by came by the house. She was much nicer (and more competent) than the home health nurse that they had checking Mom out. She’s not going to be a repeat visitor–or I don’t think she will. It was just a way for Humana to figure out what services I need from them and from my regular doctors. She told me that I need the pneumonia vaccine (the one I had wondered if my insurance would cover), a bone density test, and a cholesterol screening, an HbA1C. She also said that I need to discuss with my doctors ways to become more active, ways to keep from falling, how to deal with my depression, find out what is causing the ongoing issue with my digestive tract, and find out what is causing the tachycardia.
She wanted the bone density test because I’ve had fractures in the past (back when I was a teenager) and because of the Vitamin D deficiency. I understand that, since I think my mom had to go through one of those after she started breaking bones a few years ago. She said that, despite what a few doctors have said, the doctors that said I had a heart murmur were right. She was also concerned that I may have Celiac Disease because of all the vitamin and mineral deficiencies. I told her that I’d been tested and that, according to the tests, that wasn’t the issue. I told her that there were certain things that you just end up having problems with in this family: vitamin deficiencies, mental illness, and heart murmurs. And that is pretty true. (I forgot to mention that asthma was another thing that just comes along with being in this family.)
In non-health news, I guess I better introduce Amy Pond, who has (within a very short timeframe) become the boss of me. She’s a dachshund. She was born on December 21, 2012, which I didn’t know until after I had picked the name out. I might have gone with something like Maya, if I had known. Nah, I probably still would have chosen Amy Pond. She is a spunky little ginger and she likes to boss everyone and everything around, so it’s a very fitting name. (When we took her to PetSmart to pick out toys, she snapped at a cat. When we took her to our vet to get her checked out, she growled and barked at a huge lab. I guess it’s a case of little dog, big attitude.)
From right after we got her. This basket was supposed to be her bed. (We were cleaning the blanket/puppy bed that went in it at the time.) She never would stay in it, though. She used it mainly to get on mom’s couch/bed or on my couch.
This is her last week on my shoulder. She loves to sit or sleep on shoulders, so I joked that she was a parrot.
And yesterday on what she’s chosen as her bed, my mom’s bed/couch. She loves sleeping under the covers, as well as playing under them.