Yesterday, I made an unscheduled visit to my cardiologist because things aren't going exactly the way she wants them to go. She's young, petite, very bright and all business. She isn't unfriendly - she's just a woman making it in a decidedly male-dominated world and projects an air of competence. I like her. She reminds me of me when I was young and working in a male-dominated environment where I had to prove myself daily.
Rhonda was with me. Rhonda can have a wicked sense of humor. Here's what happened.
Me to the doctor: I have a friend who wants to use tuning forks to get my heartbeat back in rhythm. My friend says she has the same condition I do and uses tuning forks to get her heart beating correctly. Do you see anything wrong with my doing that? Could it have any negative consequences?
Doctor: I'm not sure what you mean by tuning forks.
Me: Basically, it's using sound to try to heal my irregular heartbeat.
Doctor: It's okay. I doubt it will help you. Just be sure not to do anything invasive, like someone wanting to cut into you.
Rhonda: Then I guess I will have to return the home heart surgery kit I bought yesterday.
Me: The one you got at WalMart?
Rhonda: Yes, the same place I got the brain surgery one.
Doctor - with a barely contained smile: Did you use it?
Rhonda: Yes, on my brother.
Doctor - still trying not to laugh: How'd that work out for you?
Rhonda: I'll know when he's out of the ICU.
Rhonda and I were laughing up a storm and, yes, the doctor did finally crack a smile. I can hardly wait for the next visit.
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