Fired

I received a letter yesterday from my primary care physician announcing that she has joined a medical group practicing solely within her specialty.  This means she will no longer see her patients for whom she has served as gp.  My records will be transferred to a practice conducted by an individual of whom I have never heard.  Of course, I have the option to select another provider.

Since I had visualized our relationship continuing until she signed my death certificate a couple of decades in the future, my first thought was that I had been "fired."

I am so selfish.  It is not about me.  It is a choice she is making for her benefit, as well as for the benefit of those who will need her services in her area of specialization.  Too, I recognize that she is considerably older now than I was when I laid aside my work entirely.  She is entitled to retire, should she so choose, and certainly she is entitled to lighten her terribly heavy work load.  It is a credit to her love for the community that she has chosen to continue practicing at all.

I wish you well, Dr. Mary.  

Now to find a doctor.  Anyone know a good geriatrician?

Ultratech

Once in a great while, one gleans something from tv that is worthwhile.  Case in point, a line from a "Criminal Minds" rerun expresses my sentiments exactly:

Progress is a wonderful thing; it has just gone on too long.

I am not a Luddite, have no urge to smash things with a sledge hammer.  Usually.

Ford Ain't What She Used to Be

Mrs. W and I bought a car.  It takes two days to buy a car.  Yes, it does.  It may take much longer than that to learn to use it, even though those days included a session with a computer techie, in-car instruction, which of course I didn't remember by the time the tires were rolling along the pavement.

So, they sent us home with Owner's and User's manuals totaling 556 pages, plus a twelve-page "quick guide."  And.  And a web address where further information and instruction may be obtained. Seriously?  Yes, it is true.

I haven't read a 556 page book since Michener died.

All I really wanted was a reliable carriage with four wheels and luggage space sufficient to haul a few groceries for the spouse to drive to and from the market.

We didn't buy a car, we bought a computer with speakers, and lights, and bells and whistles.  And I am notoriously inept with that technology.

But I suspect the Missus will soon enough be rolling merrily along, chatting with her new vehicle!  Of course it talks.

Digital World Goes Around the Bend

$0.99 iPhone App Creates A Working Old-Fashioned Rotary Dial Phone on Your iPhone.

Yet another example of what goes around comes around.  And around, and around.

Children and their toys.