My doctor is semi-retiring. He's been my doctor for about 9 years, and actually saved my life twice. I don't change doctors easily, especially when I'm friends with my doctor. But I am pleased with my new doctor. Now it's on to the knee replacement and recovery --- next week!
My husband smashed his fingernail the other night in a fall. He never remembers exactly what happened. It required an ER visit to poke the nail and relieve the pressure. The actual procedure took about 1 minutes. The paperwork and waiting time was 1 hr. and 15 min. As we left the hospital, I called the adult care facility to ask what was for dinner. "Toasted cheese sandwiches," was the answer. I asked if it would be okay to pick up a chicken pot pie and bring it back...would that be annoying to the other residents? It was almost 5:30 and some would be just about finished with their meals. "No problem," she said.
Problem...I thought I would help him and eat my grilled chicken with him. We sat down. The 90+ year old at the end of the table said, "Well, is he going to eat that here?"
"Yes," I said, "He lives here."
She picked up the half-eaten half of her sandwich and held it up, "and we're eating this?" I said, "I'm sorry." She quipped, "Sure you are!"
I took my dinner home and ate it.
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