Two things I’m not particularly good at are being patient, and being a patient. This week has tested both of those things, as, on the one hand, I am in the periodic round of doctor/dentist maintenance that goes with the territory of being a human…and, on the other hand, I am in the process of dealing with a big project that needs all the “t’s” crossed and “i’s” dotted (I tried that without the apostrophes but it didn’t look right…neither does it now, but I’m choosing to live with it…)
In both cases the process of diagnostic discovery and, if necessary, theraputic emandation is not easy, nor pleasant, for me. I would rather ignore the medical profession (not that they haven’t been a God-send from time to time in my life), and avoid the legal profession.
I was raised on the credo that “a man’s word (and handshake) was his bond,” and I prefer to tell both the docs and the legals that I’m fine, thankyouverymuch… Sadly, it doesn’t work that way so much any more, as the medical profession has become more sophisticated, diagnostically speaking, and the legal profession has become more cautious, litigationally speaking (or is that agreesive? I guess it depends upon whether or not you feel you’ve been wronged…). Oh…and I’m not to fond of meetings either…
In any event, I’ve learned that good things–like health, and peace of mind–come to those who wait, even if impatiently… At the moment I’m doing the best I can with what I have to work with…
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