[title type="h5"]Tuesday, January 20, 2015.
Doctor Saves Another Of My Days. [/title]
When I went to the doctor today, it was to investigate a few issues that proved to amount to nothing. He said that all my numbers are perfect, with my weight loss so impressive that he wonders whether there is something wrong with me. I tell him how I did it, and he says that was the right way.
And now the bad news. He tells me to call him for a follow-up conversation in two weeks. After that, he says, "I quit!" My personal physician is retiring, after twenty-five years of my relying on him, usually to make me a little less insane about the ailments I imagine I have. (Like today's.) He will ever be tied into my family's story. He performed the annual check-ups insisted upon by the Boy Scouts for forty-plus dads to go on our week-long summer campouts. He was a Scout and a Scout Dad too, and we always talked about that marvelous experience.
I don't know how I will ever replace him and his insistence that I get a certain disagreeable examination which, after all these years of his urgings, I finally agree to have done in a month and a half. The appointment has been made. Then, he says, I can take him and his wife out to dinner. I will, gladly.
