Primarily careless

I should Probably thank Rachel for the inspiration for this post (Lord knows I’ve been short on it lately, exhibited by my sparse blogging as of late). And, depending on the response I get from you folks, perhaps I should thank her for inspiring me to do something that will be good for my health long-term.

But anyway. here’s the confession: I don’t have a so-called “primary care” doctor.

In fact, I’ve only had one PCP in my entire life. He was young and naive when I started seeing him. I was one of his first-ever patients, and my propensity to pee without discretion (as babies often do) was a quick lesson to him in why he should leave the expensive silk ties at home. He was a smart guy though, which is evidenced by the fact that, six or seven years later, he postulated diabetes when – even today – many pediatricians would dismiss the symptoms as “nothing to worry about”. But Dr. Goldman was a pediatrician, and by the time I reached college age, that waiting room filled with wooden blocks and colored beads on a twisty wire just didn’t appeal to me anymore. So I told my mom that I didn’t want to go back. She understood.