Our health system is better than they think
There. Without malice, I missed the department luncheon and went to let people stick their fingers in my eye. Had to be done.
Things don’t always follow rational schedules. Although the survey had shown a date suitable to all involved, when the hospital called to offer immediate service, I was off the train and running. Getting in to see certain specialists (outside of emergency protocol) is often pure luck. In this case, I was able to adjust to change, and my wait was minimal – under thirty minutes in the waiting area, and two great doctors ready to peer and poke. OK, one was still a “resident”, but the bedside manner was that of years of practice. Hear that, Yankees? Our health services ROCK, and they’re free, to boot.
After my setback last March, I’m really jazzed to learn that things are much improved. On one set of tests, I now see better than before (I’m not ready to change careers and change my name to Ol’ Eagle Eye just yet). My need for drops has returned, but that’s part of the chronic part that I now accept as my part in the play.
All done, and back to work before the others finished their catered meal. I did score a slice of pizza, hastily inhaled between phone calls, and I didn’t have to think up any jokes for the boss. Done and paid for another year. The dust has settled around the office, and the drill team has returned to whatever level of hell holds them.
