Where Are The Men?

When we moved to Mooresville, North Carolina, I had my first female doctor,  Dr. Katherine, my dentist.  She was the best dentist I had ever had so it wasn’t a difficult decision to go with Dr. Dori, a female dermatologist recommended by my friend, Bill.  I really liked her.

When we moved to Cary, we had to get all new doctors.  My dentist is a woman as is my gastroenterologist.  The doctor who recently performed a colonoscopy was a woman.  My local audiologist is a woman  While my primary care doctor is a male, when he’s not available I take any doctor who is on call.  Most of them are women.  And they are not just any women.  They are young, sharp, great listeners, personable and attractive.  I have total confidence in each and every one of them.

Okay, guys.  If you want to stay in the medical profession, you need to step it up.  You’ve got some serious competition.

Seasoned Man
stevelem117@gmail.com

Driving The Interstate

Our recent car trips to the Outer Banks, Florida, New Orleans, and Myrtle Beach, have been without problems.  Maybe we’ve been lucky?  

We left for Orlando on February 14, on the road by 5:30 a.m.  We overshot the Waffle House we usually stop at in Lumberton and had to backtrack.  We ran into a parking lot on I-95 around Savannah, again near Daytona and hit even a bigger traffic jam in Orlando.  Earlier, we missed a turn in Jacksonville and found we were on I-10 rather than I-95.  On the way from Orlando to Fort Walton, even I-75 held us up for over an hour.  We spent a lot of time on this trip inching forward a few feet at a time - of course we were always in the slowest lane.

Fifty miles from home on I-85, the car next to us in the inside lane suddenly left the road, crashed through undergrowth and rolled on its side before hitting a tree.  We pulled over on the shoulder.  Aloma dialed 911 while I headed back on foot to help.  A trucker also stopped and ran ahead of me to the accident.  I went down the bank with him to help a man get out of the car.  The trucker led him up the bank and we forced him to sit.  Aloma had arrived by now and she sat next to him and put her arm around him, keeping him calm.  The man was in obvious shock but didn’t seem to have broken bones or bad cuts.  The trucker said he was a emergency responder and another man arrived who said he was a medic in the army.  Still no police or ambulance, although they had been called.  We decided to leave since expert help was on-hand.

We hope our next car trip will be less eventful.

Seasoned Man

stevelem117@gmail.com