In the my-own part of my life I never speak to doctors except to solve medical problems for $30 a pop.
“My kidney stone is killing me every single day,” I tell them.
“Well, it shouldn’t be,” they tell me.
“Ohhhkay,” I sigh and think, man, what authority! What an unflinching barrier between us! It’s like they’re from another more important world.
And then I go down to Arizona where my retired doctor dad lives and realize, “oh yeah,” I actually grew up around that world.
Recently I was there, and his old partner was visiting. I overheard them exchanging old stories about their former colleagues…
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