His last name is the most appropriate last name if one wants to become a judge, but he had the calling to become a physician. I first met this physician at a walk-in clinic near my house on the 7th day of January, the beginning of another year for which I had rallied my positive energy to take on whatever obstacles were put in my way. The current obstacle was a constant and dry cough that started on the 5th day, preventing sleep pretty much all the time.
On the 6th day of January, when I originally planned to head to the walk-in clinic, another obstacle (the first snow fall of the year) came and rendered my Mustang useless. My brother and his 4-wheel drive truck rescued me the next day to take me to the clinic.
The aforementioned doctor met with me and described the situation as a “perfect storm” that developed due to the current weather and my daily intake of Zyrtec. He also thought it could be related to a medication recently introduced into my daily regimen.
He tried to illustrate the new medicine scenario in the form of a joke about how the butler is often a suspect in a mystery novel. If it had been funny, I would share it with all of you. It was not funny, but I fake laughed and I silently gave him props for trying. It is hard to find a physician who is serious enough about the job, but also has a sense of humor and admirable bedside manner.
Unlike most clinic docs, he took a lot of time to discuss and diagnose my issues. He prescribed a variety of medications and I may have turned the corner toward recovery today. I am trying to regain my positive attitude since the year has barely begun.
At lunch, after the clinic and pharmacy visits, my brother said we should do this every Saturday. I said, “Well, let’s review and edit the manuscript a bit. First, let’s delete the part about me feeling like I am coughing up a lung. Then, strike through the part about going to a clinic and a pharmacy and giving them lots of money. That leaves…lunch. Ok, sounds good. See you next Saturday for lunch.”