Marilyn's Musings

The first family doctor I remember was an osteopath, Dr. Reed. He was like a family friend and always came to the house to tend to whomever was sick. While he was there, he always played our piano. He saw the whole bunch of us through a bout of really bad flu, and took care of me when I had rheumatic fever. He took out my tonsils. The last time I saw him was at my cousin's wedding as he was her family's doc too. (He'd have come to mine too if I'd gotten married in L.A. He was a family friend as well as our doctor.) Next came Dr. Hanks. He was my doc in Cambridge MD when I expected my first child. I think he might have been the only doctor in that town and was mightily revered. I waited hours for him sometimes, as it seemed he always had an emergency. He delivered my baby, and gave me this good advice, "Feed her when she's hungry."  I'd been trying to keep her on a schedule. A Navy doc I'd never seen before delivered my second child in the Port Huen...

This is another rant. Hubby had an appointment with his eye specialist to view a movie at 4:30 p.m. about his upcoming cataract surgery. Right after we ate breakfast, his regular doctor's office called to say the eye doc wanted hubby to come in for a pre-op exam and she suggested a time around the first appointment. When I told what we had to do, she made it for 1.20 p.m. Then we had a call for the eye doc asking us to come in earlier than the appointment. We didn't eat lunch just hurried to town figuring we'd do one then the other and go eat. We really didn't have to wait long for the pre-op exam, altogether we were about 45 minutes. We picked up a prescription and headed to the eye doc's, only a block away. Hubby was taken right in to see the movie. While I waited in the lobby with my Kindle, many more people came in and came out. I began to think perhaps hubby had fallen asleep and no one realized. Finally he came out and I thought, "Hooray, we can go eat....