When Doc gets Sick
Old Doc is sick today, but don’t feel sorry for me. It is just laryngitis, and it’ll pass. As Indie would say, it’s just a thing.
I didn’t stay home, ’cause I don’t know how not to go to work. (That is if you call it work- it’s just doctoring to me- no heavy lifting involved.) I’ve been lucky. A couple days out in the third grade for the mumps, and two Fridays post cataract surgery is all I have missed through the years. I’ve been at this business long enough to know your luck can change overnight, so I ain’t bragging. I’m just thankful for my good fortune.
For the most part I am against sickness, not that I have much control over it. I will say one thing for it, though. If we were never ill, we could not appreciate being well. When ever I am sick, I always think of my patients and friends afflicted with a chronic illness. They live that way every day, and the good days are the exception. I reserve my sympathy for them; they have it far worse than a guy like me who only deals with it sporadically.
A doctor needs to be sick every so often. If for nothing else, we need to be reminded what out patients go through. And I’ll be well in a week or ten days; just in time for Neuse River’s next gig.