Went to my doc — I live in the country so it’s a rural health hospital and clinic. Everyone is nice, no one is in a hurry, and the doc has time to talk to you. Had my exam and was told I will need to go see a specialist if I want a certain diagnosis. Not that it is (probably) anything serious, but she could not make the diagnosis.
“We used to have a urologist in the Valley, but they don’t stay.”
She was being shadowed by a recent college grad who was contemplating med school. A really nice kid. Maybe he took a hint from that.
“They don’t get it,” I said, meaning they didn’t “get” the San Luis Valley. My doc and the young guy grinned. “I wonder what they see when they’re here. I see paradise, but I wonder what other people see?”
She said, “I wonder that, too. Maybe you have to be here a while.”
I said, “I don’t know. I got it right away and knew I didn’t want to be anywhere else.”
But…there is no Urologist within 100 miles, and it’s winter. There’s no cure for what she thinks it is, either. The importance of the urologist is making sure it’s NOT something serious.
Now I have to decide which mountain pass I want to drive over. That’s the Valley. That’s the kind of decision we make here. Even making an appointment is iffy. Today the sun is shining and the roads are mostly clear, just a patch of ice here and there. But even NOAA has all it can do to figure out what’s going to happen next.
Thank you for all the kind get well messages yesterday when I was so daunted. I appreciate them very much.