Sorry for the silence. The afternoon was spent with doctors and radiologists, and tomorrow we find out whether Buster has a hernia. I got to do some reading as I sat around waiting or keeping Buster company, but it was very disheartening to learn that blaring televisions broadcasting insipid game shows and screeching talkfests are more the rule than the exception in medical offices, these days. What I noticed was that the patients and family members in the waiting room were reading, talking or otherwise ignoring the set, but the nurses and billing clerks were watching as they worked.
Today I realized another reason I loved my son’s previous doctor: his office was blessedly free of television sets. Soft classical music was the order of the day in both the sick and well rooms, and there was no frantic noise – just a sense of calm professionalism.
Oh, for the days.
There is baseball tonight, of course – All-Star Game! My money is on the American League, but I know some will debate that! Most of Thursday will be dedicated to a family birthday (a happy day to be born, on the feastday of Our Lady of Mt. Carmel!) but I think I’ve collected some interesting topics for tomorrow, so be sure to check back!
Go American League! Go Jeter and Teixeira, too!