Six months ago. I scheduled my therapist and neurologist appointments for today. I usually do this so I can take a half-day sick day and not have to worry about making up the time.
Last week I planned to cancel them both so I could continue with my confinement, and at the same time I scheduled three one-hour-long work phone meetings for today.
Both doctors convinced me to switch to tele-medicine visits. This means that today I will spend six solid hours talking to people on the phone.
I am most skeptical about the neurologist “visit” translating effectively over the phone. Blood pressure test – no. Tuning fork test – no. Reflex test – no. Spasticity test – no. Touch-your-nose-touch-my-finger test – no. Blood tests – no. Cognitive and hearing tests – yes. That’s about all he can do.
Similarly, I am skeptical about the therapist’s “visit” translating effectively, but only because she wants to use Zoom. Have you heard about Zoom-bombing? Evidently strangers can intrude on your Zoom conference call and draw phalluses on screen. (My brother reports that AA meetings have been interrupted by people drawing bottles of vodka.)
If this happens I will hopefully have the presence of mind to get a screen grab.