“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?
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