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The Doctor and The Dude
The older I get the younger my doctors seem.
I suppose it’s a mathematical truth. I’m just shy of turning fore score. I’m sure medical professionals decades younger than I have long since retired.
That being said and my recognition of the fact does nothing to smooth my sweaty palms when sitting in an office of a doctor with whom I’ve never met. All the google searches of when and where he or she may have gone to medical school or even been in practice does me no good. The minute the doctor comes through his office door to see a semi-clad me (usually with a poorly tied gown) my feeling of confidence or apprehension is solidified.
No matter what I’ve read or heard, it’s that initial impression.
My doctors seem to be younger and younger.
Curmudgeon that I am, equate medical professional competence with an certain advance in age and experience.
Am I wrong?
My Story
When my sciatica started to act up to the point it became unbearable my rheumatologist recommended a pain management partnership that specialized in epidural injections. He felt it a good shot to help.
At that point I’d do damn near anything the get some relief (short of surgery-I'd still have to think about that).
