An Ordinary Day
Finding a Doctor: It is harder and harder to have any faith in the healthcare system in the U.S. And no, it is not because of Obamacare. It is because of a crazy cumbersome system of middlemen/women who are sucking the money from the top (doctors) and the bottom (the patients) into their giant insurance/services layer as opposed to an accepted, usually unstated agreement between patient and doctor that it is okay if he/she makes a lot of money as long as he/she has good credentials, experience and actually sees me as a whole person for the fifteen minutes I’m allotted.
Today was a good day on the doctor front however. I have been trying to find an ophthalmologist for awhile. Once a year I go because I worry about my eyes; they are frequently burning and stinging. I’ve been to the main groupings of eye doctors in this town and, while the docs I’ve seen were likely competent, for all I know brilliant, I did not like them. It should be okay to want to like someone who is going to make judgments that could result in your healthy life or unhealthy death. I did not like them because they did not SEE me. Know what I mean?
This morning I tried again. Appointment with Dr Joshi at UNM Eye Clinic. Yay! I like him. Not super warm and chatty. Just seemed like I had his undivided attention for at least 10 minutes. I’ll take it! He will do some minor surgery on my lower eyelids…and no one I don’t trust gets near my eyes.
Fourth doctor over the last three years. You just have to keep trying. Unless of course you are bleeding in ER.
Cooking: Honey Baked Chicken (from Allrecipes)
1 (3 pound) whole chicken, cut into pieces
½ cup butter, melted
½ cup honey
¼ cup prepared mustard
I teas. Salt
1 teas. Curry power
Directions: Oven: 350°. Place chicken pieces in a shallow baking pan, skin side up. Combine the melted butter, honey, mustard, salt and curry powder and pour the mixture over the chicken. Bake in the preheated oven for 1 ¼ hours, basting every 15 minutes with pan drippings, until the chicken is nicely browned and tender and the juices run clear.
Old Friends: Beth is coming over for dinner. We have known each other since 1975 or so. Worked together. Commiserated together. Eaten together but more often over one of her delicious meals, not mine. It is way over time for me to reciprocate.
Unfinished Business: It was not possible to put the pretty little IKEA table together. Sometimes you really do need competent help from someone who grew up with screws and nails and hammers. Fortunately my brother will be here in a few days. Man to the rescue. Once in awhile it works!
Oh yeah. Matthew is still alive in my mind/head/reality/dreams.
I’m ending today by watching THE NEXT TO THE LAST episode of Downton Abbey. Just putting that final moment off.