Waiting at the Doctor’s Office


I went with Badona to Virginia Urology to get the results from her biopsy.  The appointment was at 11 am, and Badona wanted to get there fifteen minutes early.  When we arrived, the receptionist said, “We will be with you shortly.”  I asked her, “What does shortly mean?”  (I’m getting expert at waiting.)  I’ll tell you what it means.  We didn’t see the doctor until after 12:30.  We waited in the outside waiting room.  Then we went into the inside waiting room.  Badona gave a urine sample, and then we waited in the examination room.  They don’t respect your time.  It was worse than the wait we had at the Stoney Point office.

The doctor finally came in and said, “Everything was well.”  My wife was relieved, but the appointment was for a 30-minute talk with the doctor.  It lasted seven minutes.  It was something that could have been done over the telephone.  He also said that the urine sample was fine.  They would call if there were any problems from the lab work with it.  If nothing is wrong, she wouldn‘t be called.

The health care system is not managed very well.  I think it’s all about money.  I heard on the news that a whole lot of doctors in San Francisco, including dentists, gave up their time to provide all types of medical services for a few days.  To me that is being like Jesus.  But I like the way Jesus is going to manage healthcare when He returns.



“I’m in trouble here!”


A couple of friends and I went fishing not long ago.  We went to a saltwater place.  There was so much rainwater there that we caught a lot of catfish along with croakers.  One of my friends caught a bunker.  I have never seen a bunker caught on a hook, only in nets.  Well, anyways, I brought some catfish home for these wild cats.  They will eat any fish, but catfish is their favorite because they have no scales.

Later in the week, I went out one morning to get something from the shed.  After I locked the shed door and took a few steps, I stepped on a catfish head.  Its barb went through my sneaker and into my foot.  I just stood there a few minutes with my foot raised and said, “This is not going to be good.”  I don’t ever throw the catfish in that place.  A cat must have dragged it there.

I couldn’t pull the head out of my foot, so I hopped to the small worktable I have in the backyard and started pulling.  It hurt and took me a while to find the right angle to remove the barb.  Boy, did I bleed!  My shoe was full of blood, and when I took it off on the deck, I got the deck all bloody.  As a matter of fact, I got everything bloody all the way to the bathtub.

Healthcare is not affordable no matter what the ads say.  We can only afford insurance for my wife.  The cost of healthcare is robbery!  The hospital wanted $800 for a tetanus shot.  That should be illegal!  Patient First wanted $109 for the visit and then another fee for giving the shot.  I called the Aylett Medical Center.  They wanted close to $200.  The same for Emily Hogan NP Total Family Care.  All I wanted was a tetanus shot.  The last one I had was in 1973 and only cost $10.  And I am sure Dr. Schulenburg still made a profit.

Well, I finally discovered Minute Clinic in the CVS Pharmacy and met Kimberly.  She gave me the shot for $65.  That broke down to $44 for the vaccine and $21 for her to poke me with the needle.  Still, that is quite an increase from the 1973 price.

The insurance and healthcare systems are all about making large profits, and they have suckered people into it.  Use the brain that God gave you and let Him direct you to the right place to get medical help.  After all, it is really God’s money!  And don’t forget to pray!

How Can I Help?



I realize that I can’t do anything, and people want me to do something.  The problem is with a woman who is in the beginning of Alzheimer’s.  Some days she is normal, other days she is in the middle of the street cussing people.  Her family lives in other states, and she is mad that they took her car away.

I have no authority to put her in some kind of home; and she is so head-strong, her children really don’t want to deal with her.  Even the police can’t help, and she really needs help to protect herself.  It seems that nothing can be done until she either hurts herself or hurts someone else.  There seems to be no preventative solution.

One of her daughters did put her in a home in Maryland, but they could only hold her for 72 hours.  She put up such a fuss, the family brought her back here where she lives alone.  People do check on her, and then call me to ask me to do something for her.  I see her getting worse, but I have no authority to do anything except pray for her.  God never intended this to happen to people, but Satan loves it.  We know how things will end if we stay in God’s Word.


On Being Retired


I have finished my fifth book, The Legend of Tater.  It’s a western and is different from my other books.  Badona is going to take a break for a few months before she starts editing this one.

I want to stop working and fish more.  I recently did a small roofing job, and it hurt my body for two days!  I don’t want to do roofing again.  At least I’m not doing it in the style that Dan Stanley did in the book Homeless!  That hot tar really hurts!

Some people think that being retired I have lots of time.  But I don’t, and I’m supposed to be retired!  I don’t mind helping people out, but I don’t care to spend days on a job.  One Friday recently, I helped Habitat for Humanity.  That was a good job because there were plenty of people to help.

People Watching While Waiting


I haven’t written anything for a while.  I’ve been fishing and have caught shad, herring, white perch and crappie.  I also went to Lake Anna and caught eight largemouth bass and warmouths.  The man who took me also caught fish.  He caught the largest—2 lbs. 10 oz.  The bass were mostly between 1 ½ lbs. to 2 lbs.

My wife posts my blogs, and I was giving her a break because she was editing my fourth book in the Dan Stanley series.  She ordered a proof copy and is going over it.  She did a fabulous job on the cover.  By Design will be available soon!

Right now I’m at Virginia Urology waiting for Badona, and I have time to write.  The waiting room here is full.  One lady is playing on her laptop.  Another lady has a purse that is two feet long.  When she picked it up, you could see the muscles in her arm.  My wife loses things in her purse.  This one must be a black hole!  Two other ladies are playing on their phones and another one is constantly talking on hers.  The man next to me is asleep.  Three people are reading books.  There is a heavy-set man whose head keeps bobbing.  No one is interested in communicating or at least talking to me.  I’ve been waiting a long time.  Many people who went in after Badona have already come out and left.

Well, I’m going to try to talk to someone again.  Till next time. . . .