Prodded and probed
In the background, the reassuring rumble of Jenny. Inside, life as usual. The power company lost us about 90 minutes ago, just after my stove time had ended, and I didn’t really care, much. The loss of the local FM feed was unexpected, but the CBC can’t afford to have everything, right?
Actually, alongside the local weather obs (we had flurries earlier) I predict a long, dark winter.
Today, I met with the local nurse practitioner, for the first time. I do have an appointment with my family doctor (so neat to be able to say that, after almost two decades of dependence on walk-in clinics), but the office called yesterday and offered some pre-service, as such. I arrived, went in, explained my health status, and then jumped on the train.
By the time I left the clinic, I had gone far beyond the checking of my vital signs (that ear thermometer is a nifty toy). As part of the process, I received an ECG, gave up seven vials of blood, was prodded and probed (nothing intrusive), stood still for a series of chest X-Rays and received my annual flu vaccination. I’m impressed. When I finally do meet with the doctor, he’ll know things about me that not even my own mother is privy to. And the bill? $ 0.00
Take that, neighbours down to the south. While you argue that the state has no place in the health of its citizenry, I offer a rebuttal. Yes, you do. And you can afford it, if you’ll put away the guns and bombs for a short period each year. A healthy kind of peace.
