“Do you go to Ontario?” asked the dispatcher for Expressdoc, a national housecall agency.
Ontario is in San Bernardino County, fifty miles distant, but this is small potatoes. My record drive is ninety miles to Santa Barbara.
The call arrived at 12:20, so I was not optimistic about missing rush hour traffic on the way back. But it worked out fine; the hour’s drive passed with no significant slowing. I listened to Slaughterhouse Five on my CD; highly recommended.
The patient was a Brazilian lady visiting her son; her upset stomach presented no problem.
The son and I chatted as he accompanied me to the elevator. He told me he was reevaluating his decision to remain in the US because the political atmosphere had grown so shrill.
Did you ever think there’d come a time when Latin Americans considered their governments more stable?