I haven’t been able to get my doctor on the phone. Teachers and phone calls during the day don’t always mix.
Then today I’m pretty sure I saw her while we were apple-picking in Westchester. I wanted to run up to her and her daughter and yell, “Doc! I think I might have a prolapsed bladder problem! I need a uro-gynecologist! HELP ME! Oh, and the cider donuts are really yummy.”
I decided against it.
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