It Takes Kidneys

Saw the doc today. Lab results say my bad voodoo blood has improved, so I am not scheduled to die in the near-term. "Come back in a month for a re-check and renal sonogram. Pay on your way out." Having no insurance in place at the moment (it's coming, just not yet in place), I have to pay for these visits. I think they're giving me discounts when I tell them I'm paying out of my pocket. Just $89 for today's visit, the same as last Thursday's visit. At that rate, I could visit the doctor twice a month from now on (of course I'd have to eat less between visits).

This family practitioner, who I've been seeing for about 6 years, didn't recall that I'd had a double bypass, nor that I'd had surgery many years ago for complications from Crohn's disease. I'm beginning to wonder. Not only did he not recall (which I can understand if he had a patient load of hundreds or thousands), but he didn't seem to have the information at ready access in my charts or in his computer.

Maybe I should become a doctor. My memory seems to be just perfect for the role.

Hhhmmm. One of my brothers used to tell a miserably bad joke, the punchline to which was for the person telling the joke to tap his temple and say, "It takes kidneys." Maybe that's what this whole renal episode is about.