Monthly Archives: April 2009

No surprise

This came in from Mass Equality at 11:38 this morning: “Moments ago, the Vermont Legislature voted to overturn Governor Douglas’s veto and recognize marriage equality for all…. Vermont is the first state to recognize marriage equality through direct legislative initiative. Vermont joins Massachusetts, Connecticut, and Iowa as the fourth state to recognize equal marriage rights.”

Community clinic

I have new health insurance since the last time I visited the doctor, for some bureaucratic reason that I do not understand. But that meant that I am no longer tied to a primary care physician (whom I never saw) with an office in a suburban office park. I have to say, I never felt I got good care at that suburban medical center. I think they were more interested in building expensive new buildings than in actually providing good patient care.

When I decided I needed to see a doctor this morning, I walked two blocks up the street to the Greater New Bedford Community Health Center. I filled out the preliminary forms, which included the question: “What is your primary language? Check one: English. Portuguese. Cape Verdean/Cruiole. Spanish. French. Other.” I was pretty sure I heard all five of those languages being spoken around me in the bright, busy, slightly messy waiting room.

Everyone was friendly. The woman who set up my account apologized when my insurance company kept her on hold: “Sorry to keep you waiting, hon.” I was shown to an examination room, and sat there for about forty minutes until the doctor arrived. He was the nicest, most humane M.D. from whom I have received care for at least the past decade. He talked with me at length, told me that I probably had a viral infection, that a viral infection with symptoms similar to mine has been going around, that I probably started eating solid food too soon. His manner was reassuring and healing.

The doctor told me to eat only clear broth, jello, and apple juice; just a little as a time. When I feel ready, I’m allowed to graduate to weak tea, rice, mashed potatoes, and other bland food, “but” as the doctor told me, smiling, “with nothing that makes food taste so good.” It may be another week before things settle down.

As I say, it was the friendliest, best, most reassuring health care visit I have had in years. And this was not at a fancy suburban clinic, but at an inner-city clinic which provides free care to anyone who needs it. (Your remarks on the current moral crisis in American health care may be included in the comments below; Marxists, don’t hold back.)

Quick check-in

We did a memorial service for Carol’s mom, Betty Steinfeld, on Saturday. We laughed, we cried, and the best part (as always at these things) was hearing different people’s memories of Betty. The only downside was that I would have liked to have heard a few more stories about Betty’s years growing up on the farm.

As for me, I’m still recovering from the food poisoning, but things are on an upward trend.

Upward trend…

Recovering from food poisoning has been quite an adventure.

Some factoids: So far, I’ve lost ten pounds (down to 180). My sense of smell seems especially acute, presumably so I can catch the faintest whiff of bad food before I eat it. My stomach muscles are still sore from the workout they got.

Subjective impressions: I spent much of Wednesday and Thursday asleep. I seem to recall long, lucid, enjoyable dreams. I don’t remember what the dreams were about, but they seemed entertaining at the time (I was running a slight fever for a day or so, so some of them might have been fever-dreams). I do seem to remember one long dream that was a detailed memory of an insignificant past event, but I can’t remember what that event was.

Onwards and upwards: My older sister called to commiserate, and she suggested I get some saltine crackers. I walked the three blocks up to the corner store (city blocks are small in New Bedford, but these seemed quite long), and came back with a box of Saltines. It seemed ambitious to eat three, so i took just two out of the box. Oh, they tasted good! My next big culinary adventure will be to make orange-flavored jello — mmm.