I went to a new doctor today. For a physical I had scheduled a month ago. She waltzed into the room with the cutest little white skirt. And I knew I was going to like Dr. Wong.
New doctors always seem interested in my work. Most of them get it. They get what I do and why. And some, I think, envy it a little, and spend a few hours that afternoon thinking about volunteering on a short-term mission for Doctors Without Borders. (Or at least I like to think so.)
New doctors always have questions. Lifestyle questions. Health questions. Vaccination questions. Yes, I have a stunning array of vaccinations from everything from polio (which does still exist in small pockets of the world, including in India) to meningococcal (which I think has something to do with meningitis) to the hepititises. She asked if I’d been in contact with anyone with TB lately. Who knows? I wonder sometimes about those people hacking on buses, but how would I know what they’ve got? When I was a teacher, I had to get regular TB tests. Now, they seem to be only on an as-worried basis.
I scheduled blood tests, and we'll talk again. I’m sure Dr. Wong and I are going to get along just fine.