Dr. M, my M.D. had once told me that the best way to reach him was not by calling the office, but by sending him an email. That has proved to work quite well for me.
Well, there are minor exceptions. I’d been feeling rather listless lately, so when my chiropractor asked me how I felt, I told him. A quick perusal by him and he determined that I had a case of bronchitis, and should ask my doctor for an antibiotic. So I emailed Dr. M. explaining the situation, and did he want to see me, or just call it in to my favorite pharmacy? He emailed back saying “Either way”, so I asked him to call it in. Much later that day I called the pharmacy to ask if they had my prescription ready. What prescription? Cliff and I were out running errands, so using my cell phone, I called the office to find out what was going on. “The doctor is busy with patients,” was the only answer they would (or could) give me, so since we wouldn’t be home for a while, I gave my cell phone number, and asked them to call when they knew something. They never called.
The next morning the pharmacy phoned to say they had the prescription. Thank you very much. Later in the day Cliff went to pick it up for me.
I was sitting in my favorite lounge chair (I’ve only got one, so that has to be the favorite) when my cell phone rang. That is a bit unusual since very few people have the number. A vaguely familiar voice said something I did not understand, so I said, “What number are you calling?” and he reeled off my cell phone number. “Is this Economed Pharmacy?” asked the voice, which I suddenly recognized. Laughing, I said, “No, Jerry, this is Don Meyer.” It was Dr. M. “Oh,” says he, “I was trying to reach the pharmacy to check on your prescription.” “Well, by this time, Cliff has picked it up. I hope!” I replied. “Oh, okay. Bye”
As Shakespeare once said, “All’s well that ends well.”
~ Thursday night - Potluck supper. Prayer and medication to follow.
~ Remember in prayer the many who are sick of our church and community.
~ For those of you who have children and don't know it, we have a nursery downstairs.