In the past, we'd go together to the reception room. I'd go back with her to the treatment room. Or, if surgery was involved, back to pre-op, post-op, and recovery.
Wow. Have things changed. Today I dropped her off at the door in what was once the valet parking driveup. I drove around to the parking garage and found a spot to wait. I worked on my latest novel, while she was treated.
When she was finished and ready to be sent home, I received a text and drove to the exit, paid the humongous amount of money required for parking in one of Houston's major hospital garages, drove to the valet parking entry to pick her up. Then we started the drive back to her house.
Usually, I try to make her laugh. We tell jokes and discuss the various doctors, staff, etc.
Saluting Doctors and Staff
I can't tell you how many appointments for doctors, hospitals, physical therapy, and such that she's had in the last 10 years. It's just part of our lives. For the most part, she has wonderful doctors. There have been a couple jettisoned along the way—wish we'd done that sooner because they did more harm than good.
So, today, I salute those doctors who are kind, patient, compassionate, and, most importantly, have a sense of humor that helps patients relax.
Laughter, the Best Medicine
My doctor gave me six months to live, but when I couldn't pay the bill he gave me six months more. —Walter MatthauI told the doctor I broke my leg in two places. He told me to quit going to those places. —Henny Youngman
You may not be able to read a doctor's handwriting and prescription, but you'll notice his bills are neatly typewritten. —Earl Wilson
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