Today was an exhausting day for me. My mother had an appointment with her PCP at the geriatric clinic. I got the feeling that the doctor didn't have a clue on anything to do to help my mother. The more the doctor talked, the more tired I became. I got the impression she didn't think that I was doing enough -- that I should be spending my days making sure she was active and entertained, and that I should spend my nights monitoring her activities. She did the normal recommendations that we hear for older people, but she didn't know my mother at all.
My mother's regular PCP retired over two years ago, so we switched to a geriatrician in a clinic, who went immediately on maternity leave. My mother was seen by whoever was available until her PCP returned from leave. Then there were two visits before the PCP told us she was moving to another state. She turned us over to a new PCP in the clinic. She doesn't seem to understand old people at all, particularly not my mother.
At the end of the appointment I realized that it was wasted time. My mother was more confused than ever and couldn't figure out which way to go to even get out. I was more confused, because I don't even know what the doctor recommended. Besides, I felt she was clueless about how to help.
Mom and I went out to eat, then came home. I slept the rest of the afternoon and woke up, still exhausted from the doctor visit. It seemed almost too much to get her medicines ready and take the trash out. I was that tired. Hoping for a better day tomorrow.
I am getting tired of teaching new doctors about my mother. Doctors are so unstable now, moving from place to place. I wish it were like the old days when doctors hung up their shingles at their offices and stayed there. This hospital-associated doctor thing gets tiresome fast when the staff is not stable.