Saturday, December 7, 2024

Going to the doctor

The older I get, the more times I see doctors.

I went to my Cancer doctor A. this week.

My Cancer is gone but she keeps seeing me to make sure. I trust her totally. She's also an Episcopalian and goes to a church I know well.

I always let all the people in doctor offices know that I am an Episcopal priest. I don't know for sure that makes them treat me better--but I suspect it does.

Here's how terrific Dr. A. is--because I broke my thumb and cracked my shoulder, she is sending me to have my bone density checked next Wednesday at a practice just down the street from our house.

I never even thought about how dense my bones are and have no idea how they find out.

But if Dr. A. tells me to jump, I jump.

I trust her that much.

Probably more than I trust myself....

 

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some ponderings by an aging white man who is an Episcopal priest in Connecticut. Now retired but still working and still wondering what it all means...all of it.