Tuesday, August 25, 2020


 A work friend at CAP recommended my long-beloved LA primary doctor.  You know, the doc who drove twice at night to check on me after fusion on the spine problem he diagnosed for me

The DO who convinced me the stereotactic biopsy was not just like an old puncture wound. In fact, the expert tech was pleasant, from home, and had done some work perfecting the equipment.

 And an NP who sat down with me and my lump and drew a map/list of which doctor to see first and which test to take next and then and so on in order til I calmed down and did it all.

Those dear and fun radiation techs who made most of radiation feel like a family visit.

That young woman at acute rehab who brought dental supplies from her home after the rehab place lost my stuff.

And that kind, fun surgeon  that I did mention before..who does "fancy."

Okay it's not good to praise some people more than others.

Pretend you're looking in my old diary.

SO varsity sports have rules; and I think really healing medics are the ones I liked...

If I put up a list of rules for medics, what would they be?  

It's good to have a sense of humor if the pt does,  

It's good to listen when the Pt says NO

It's good to avoid unnecessary consults. 

I's good to ask another doctor if it will save the pt from misery and bancruptcy.

I rest my case.

I wish you health.

Wednesday, August 19, 2020



Last night, in the hall, a man stepped back to the other wall and said "Scuse me,"

This is the first time that ever happened to me during the virus. 

 It changed my feeling of the whole week.

No roses, no bow, no smirk.

Think about it...I do.

I wish you health.

Thursday, August 6, 2020


I hated being the odd-one-out.  G wiuess that time down on the floor at home trying to read the Gary Post and the Trib while they were laid there to keep grownups from slipping on the newly scrubbed kitchen and hall.  Needs rewrite.

I hated that the first grade teacher made me be the one who held the flash cards for the class while she did whatever....Result: the beginnings of an 11 year life of misery and being hated.

I hated that the doctor (or my parents' forcing him) made me the one with the huge man's green metal lunch box full of stuff I coudn't finish at lunch, so had to eat at afternoon recess when everyone else could play on the metal playground stuff outside. 

And set the mood for the rest until will into high sch
Did you get homeowrk?

 Did you love or hate giving a report in front of class? 

Did they still teach penmanship when you were in gradeschool??

Let it hang out here.  Bet you'll get plenty of sympathy or at least a chance to smile

Did your science teacher need a lot of TUMS/[]]\\

Tuesday, August 4, 2020


 My favorite history doc (Osler to be exact) said   "physician who treats himself has a fool for a patient."  

He probably lived in a part of London where MDs were available.

When I was a kid, we lived too far to drive to the county seat often for the only doctor  (who did, however, come to the house when my father twice :threw his back out.  Most of the time we were do'it' yourself. or do without.  My mother did intervene when my father wanted to pour a bottle of Absorbine Jr. on an open wound of mine,,  Infection was probably more common than we knew.

 Then we got a close doctor; we had choices.

Maybe you did, too.

Fast forward to today.  I still live just as far from the doctors I choose.  But like most people in this area, I have a car.  No problem. Unless I'm too sick to drive.  In that case we pawn a piece of furniture and call a car or an ambulance.

Except Covid -d complicates all it touches.  We get no statistics on those who didn't have the virus until they went back to their own doctors for instance, for cancer treatments.

I'm an older person.  I stay in, like some other apartment dwellers.  Really IN.
I do not head to the doctor whose company STILL may not have the set-up for keeping pts from each other.  

I have resorted to the internet (esp a couple of big hospitals with advice columns, to keep me safe.
And to my memory of the doctors who saved me from pre-diabetes that I still need to watch out for.

What do you do?  Does your MD let you call?  
Any good staying in experience to share?

I wish you health.

Friday, July 10, 2020


When I put the lotion on the forearms and calves of my legs,

I remember to put some on that skin over the knees (you know, the ones I fell on.)  The knees seem to appreciate it.

So I think I'll put some Eucerin on my neck.  I mean....why not?

I wish you health.

Tuesday, June 30, 2020

Handicap-oriented kitchens

Check tw now for handicap-adapted  kitchens or how they should be
I wish you health because of well-safe kitchens

Friday, June 26, 2020

Gone. *(a rant)

I had something to give here;
And I'm not calm about learning a new language to do it
I have a book to write before I die
I will miss my blog