To make a long story short, he had retired after twenty years of being my physician…and I was lost.
He had been a great doctor for me and a great comfort as well through the trials of the last few years.
I was also sick…I had experienced a TIA or “mini stroke”…and didn’t know where to turn for follow up care.
I have “trust issues’ with doctors…and most people as well.
In God’s providence retirement bored him and he had gone back to work part time.
In God’s providence he had gone to work at the clinic that my insurance had assigned me when I had no provider to list.
As he did his examination we caught up… talking about where life and taken us and the state of the valley in general.
We somehow ended up talking about the deer infestation we have here in the valley…driving in the rural areas has become hazardous as you never know when a herd will jump out in front of you to cross the street.
When I go to pick up my son in the afternoon I have to dodge not only the deer but the copious piles of manure that they leave behind.
We used to spend those drives looking at the hawks and eagles that are also flourishing this year, as well as the stunning scenery of Southern Oregon…but now we have to focus on other things.
It has gone from a relaxing drive to a daily stressor.
The road is full of danger and covered in excrement.
He finished his exam and then told me what he thought had happened and began to write me the necessary prescriptions to cover my conditions.
I had been told to expect one for blood pressure medication…but it was not written.
When I asked why, he replied the best prescription for my blood pressure was to stop focusing on manure.
When your focus changes from the glories of the heavens to the manure on your road it can make you sick.
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