I wrote a couple of weeks ago about my toothache and blood pressure situation, my dentist extracted the offending tooth as per our deal, and I went to the hospital to see my Doctor about the “Letter of Clearance” my dentist wanted. Hey, fair is fair, he lived up to his side of the deal. Now it’s my turn. A Barangay Letter of Clearance” was not required, but if that was what it would have taken to rid me of that tooth, I would have been there too.
Monday 9 March I’m at the dentist so he can remove the stitches, but it seems I had ate them. We then discussed the “Final Solution” to my dental dilemma, and decided that my Corn-on-the-Cob eating days were coming to a rapid close and all the remaining teeth were preordained to go the way of the ducks, south. Dentures are now in my headlights and after 60 plus years of glorious service my old choppers were finely going to give up the ghost. Adios old friends…
Wednesday 11 March, I once more find myself at Bay Pointe Hospital (Why they added the “E” on the word point I’ll never know?) to see my doctor about hypertension and oral surgery letters. First I see the young lady in the TriCare insurance office and she sends me to outpatient to see the doctor, and explain why I’m there, and after reading a couple of chapters from my Vince Flynn novel while waiting, I’m next in line and the doctor quickly wrote my letter of clearance. Now I’m thinking this is so not covered by my insurance and Paul foots the bill for the visit. But she then wrote me up for the next morning of lab work. Perplexed I inquired why, if I already had the letter I needed?
It seems that there on my medical record I was scheduled to be re-evaluated for my hyper-tension after one year and she thought that was why I was there. Hmmm my insurance is back in play, of course that was why I was there, and one year had passed and by some lucky happenstance it coincided with my dental work. I am truly a blessed man. Please bill my insurance, it’s not my fault I have great timing.
I’m ready for my lab work at 08:00 Thursday morning, but a fly flew into the ointment. I was supposed to fast from midnight on; consuming only water Na Lang. But the old memory being what it is, I’m at the Puter enjoying fresh brewed coffee and a blueberry muffin as Mrs. Thompson walks in with a frown on her face and said; “Mahal did you enjoy the coffee?” Oh shucks (You know that’s not really what I said.) I forgot my Mahal the shining light of my life. Paul I now must call and re-schedule the lab work for Friday .Well okay by me, if that is what’s required. (Yes we do talk like that)
I’m thinking that within the grand scheme of life does it really matter? The kids in the laboratory didn’t even know I was coming, I was not scheduled to see my doctor until Monday morning, and there is the most important part; “I’m retired.” Time has no real relevance to me, now does it? Life seems to find its own pace for each of us here in the Philippines. It is one of the reasons I like living here, I’ve often mentioned on this site that my Daughter YoHanna has her own personal time zone, I guess after twenty years I’ve now too have my own. In the year 2000 when I retired I handed my father-in-law a $2,500.00 Swiss Rado watch and have never missed it. And when I’m out if I see a Kano wearing a watch I wonder how much is he enjoying retirement, and does he know that that silly smart phone in his hand also tells him the time? My smart phone is on my dresser at home where it belongs I’ve even shut off the time feature on my tablet because while reading, who in the hell needs to know what time it is? In the waiting room someone will tell me it’s time to see the doctor. More than likely it will be my wife because when I’m reading a book, “I’m in the book!” Proving my point that truly it really is all about the timing, and we shouldn’t be overly concerned about it.
Friday morning, I arrived at the hospital at 07:45, they did my lab work, took an X-ray, and did an EKG I was done by 08:15. I went to the Tri-Care office; she’ll be in at nine. Once more it’s all about the timing.