When you disagree with the doctor. I took my Gram to the doctor on Monday, and I have a big problem with what her doctor did. The doctor gave my 82 year old Gram weight loss pills. Why in the world would an 82 year old woman need appetite suppressants? She cialis buy prescription drugs without prescription tablets been the exact same size for as long as I can remember.
Plus there are her eating habits, which are horrible to say the least. She lives off of pies, cookies, cakes, etc… In other words junk food. When we get on her case about it, she complains that she has no real appetite to begin with, so why in the world would she ask the doctor to prescribe appetite suppressants?
Other than my little rant, the doctor claims that Gram is the healthiest 82 year old she’s ever seen. They even lowered her blood pressure medicine dosage, I owe it to the fact that she got a new kitten. Hey, they say having pets helps lower your stress… I can’t say I really believe it, but it sounds good!
Seriously? Why on earth would you ever give an 82 year old diet pills? What was his reasoning? That’s crazy!
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None of us can stand the doctor she goes to, the lady is just a real ass! I don’t know how she keeps any patients because she’s rude and nasty. My parents were hired to remodel her office (through the bank that owns it) and they nearly walked out on the job because she’s such a bitch. Of course Gram just loves her doctor and we can’t get her to switch, so we’re all stuck dealing with the nasty woman.
I’m not sure if cats can really take the stress off. I have a cat at home, and he just keeps making me feel stressed more. He keeps stealing my food and dragging it outside to eat. What a selfish cat, won’t share his food with me. Haha!
That’s funny! But you probably don’t have twenty four hours a day to commit to the cat like Gram does. Her pets are her children now, and she spoils them rotten. Her dog gets a hot meal, cooked especially for it, once a day, every day. I can’t even say that about my husband…