A Revelation

He didn’t worry about what other people thought. Generally, they were thinking of themselves and when they did think of others it was in an auxiliary capacity. Truly, he didn’t care what they thought of him. Ned was effusive when he greeted Hank, “Come in-come in, have a seat. I reviewed Marion’s records and I see that you have her medical power of attorney.” Hank’s heart leapt to his throat in heightened anxiety. Ned continued, “Hank, I’m going to be direct, there’s no other way to say it, Marion has been abusing prescription narcotics…for several years.” Hank was relieved. At least she wasn’t dying from brain cancer. He had feared the worst. Marion had become dependent on the toxic crap she’d been prescribed. He could cope with that. Seeing the relief on his face, Ned went further, “Marion has a serious problem, Hank. I’m not sure you realize just how serious it is.” Hank reacted. “She couldn’t have a serious problem. I’d know if she had a serious problem, I’ve been living with her longer than you’ve been breathing.” Who the hell did Ned think he was patronizing?

As Ned went on to outline the history of Marion’s addiction, and that’s what it was, an addiction, a little bit higher class than the thieves who robbed drug stores but only because she had better health insurance and more money. His wife was a drug addict. Hank’s world stopped turning. When he asked Ned why no one had called him in to discuss Marion’s problem, Ned explained that, until recently, Hank was not named her medical POA so he had no right to her medical information without her express authorization. It had been in the last year or so that they bit the bullet, admitted their own mortality, and made their wills. Advance directives and medical POAs were part of that process.

Hank left Ned’s office. There was a lot to absorb but he had to see Marion, see that she hadn’t changed with this new revelation, that she still looked like his Marion.

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About elroyjones

Married, no children, responsibly self-directed, living happily.
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9 Responses to A Revelation

  1. We live in such a drug culture. Not all drug addicts are staggering the bad part of town. Keep going.

    • elroyjones says:

      One small rumor so disturbed me that it precipitated this story. It can happen to anyone and sadly, it does.

      • I have always been sort of an addictive personality. I used to think it gave me control over my weird mood swings. I even got addicted to nasal spray a few years ago.

      • elroyjones says:

        Part of the problem we have as a society is branding one another. Like you, my moods are capricious (such a happy word) but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. We only think it’s bad because someone told us it was. Probably they told us it was because they had their own issues and it’s much easier to point the finger at someone else. Nasal spray, hmmm, did that hurt after a while?

      • It didn’t hurt, I just got to where I couldn’t breathe through my nose without it.

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