Forty-Nine Days

Spent yesterday limping around with the aid of Nizzibet’s collapsible cane. It did help a bit. I adjusted my chair at work so that my leg dangled less. That also seemed to help. I kept getting asked if I was going to see a doctor about the leg.

Hmm. I’ve nothing against doctors. We didn’t use them much growing up. Visiting the dentist was a regular activity but the doctor? Not so much. No regular check-ups. We only went if something really inexplicapable was going on. My mother preferred home remedies. In later years she really disliked “Western” medicine. Mostly I don’t think about seeing a doctor because seeing one would interrupt my routine and usually any problem I’ve had has gone away in a short enough time that going to a doctor would have seemed pointless.

6 thoughts on “Forty-Nine Days

  1. Got health insurance. I don’t have a medical doctor. I’ve been asking for recommendations from local friends and acquaintances.

  2. Acquaintances? Like the crazy old woman next to you on the bus? The checker at the grocery store?

    Sarah Watson? She’s sick all the time. 🙂

    The Ex-Co-Work-er

  3. Go to doctor.

    I actually just made an appt for a check-up (a month from now). It’ll be my first check-up in … five years?

    I guess I gotta go to the dentist again too. I hate dentists. I hate doctors. Not in theory. Just going to see them.

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