Today’s doc visit went well, politically that is. For some reason or other the intern wanted the visit to be quick and the attending was almost apologetic. Um, I didn’t mean to make that sound like cause and effect. The intern wasn’t rude or watching the clock or anything and I kinda wasn’t in the mood for a long visit either. The attending was almost apologetic about the UA a month or two back and about complex care. They both used the phrase “We are all learning.” I withheld using the phrase as a patient I represent half of your education. I didn’t antagonize and neither did they.
I know that seems like an awfully low bar, but it is what it is. They claim to have my best interests at heart, and I believe some of them are very sincere about this. I’m almost 95 percent sure I have my best interests at heart, we often niggle over how to go about it. In the meantime I still get the medication I need so I’ve nothing really to bitch about. Today went well. I even got permission, which I asked for with a minimum amount of snark, in fact the only thing snarky was how formal my language was like I was asking to be granted favor from the laird, for possible medications that will likely be ordered by the oral surgeon whenever I see him.
The poor intern had to go ask and so all his efforts at a short visit were for naught, though last time was almost two and half hours and this time my 30 minute visit was only an hour. In part because the attending wanted to talk to me, to almost apologize for the UA and for complex care. Apologizing for complex care sounds a whole lot like he watched the video I didn’t authorize. The notes were simple and non-combative and made it look like a happy decision all around with a warm invitation to come see them (complex care) whenever I’d like. I think the adverb was happily, or maybe the adjective was happy, in either case the word happy was used in an auxiliary position. The video and/or audio (which they probably don’t need a consent form for) was not so happy. Hubris and/or hubrisly (a difficult word to use and possibly one that doesn’t technically exist, though if you know what it means it exists well enough for communication. Language isn’t law, it’s a fluid way of exchanging information, intent, emotion and shit like that there.).
Where was I? Oh. Yeah. Mid Michigan. Still. Fuck.
A few inches of snow last night. I left early with the idea I’d be ten minutes at clearing my car windows to see. The snow was light and fluffy and cleared with the slamming of a door and windshield wipers. God is good and god is great (god’s a big invertebrate, he made the river change his route but he couldn’t take the microorganism out — boiled in lead).
More snow tonight and a drop in temperature. It was 19 today with a windchill below zero. This is not my problem with mid-Michigan, I like the snow and cooler temps. My love lives here. I like that too. I don’t like the horizon beginning at the tree tops. A lot of Midwesterners I met who had moved to Oregon and were excited by nature with very taken with the ocean. The shoreline in Oregon is beautiful and the pacific rages and cajoles, throws tantrums and seduces, and yes, I can see being enamored. I loved the ocean too, but more as a friend or a maiden aunt. It was the mountains and the gorge that had my heart, and though I loved the gorge down below, I loved it more on top.
There are no peaks here unless you consider leaving below sea level and going to sea level or a hundred feet above as a peak. This town is in a sort of cereal bowl. To the west on the Lake Michigan shoreline is a park called Sleeping Bear Dunes. It’s very cool and if you lay down and squint it looks like a bald mountain range with a few abandoned volkswagon bugs buried up to their axle in the mountains. They rent dune buggies but there is always someone who thinks they modified their rig well enough to take the dunes on their own, more often than not it’s a vintage beetle. John, Paul or George, nobody thinks a Ringo can take the dunes.
Ok be nice.
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