I made a semi-annual visit to my cardiologist a few days ago. Semi-annual because my family tree has heart-rot, and this fellow has made it his personal challenge that I not die on his watch, at least of any cardio-related illnesses. I sometimes think if I got hit by a truck it would take some of the pressure off him.
The worst part of these exams is the prerequisite blood work. They are “fasting labs,” meaning that I am not supposed to let anything other than water cross my lips after midnight. Doable except for one small detail: they always schedule the blood-letting mid-morning.
I have mentioned here before that I am an early riser. I can skip breakfast, but I absolutely require one thing. Coffee. Hot, black, strong, and now.
I always survive until the appointed time, but let’s just say I am not good company.
Blood-suckers satisfied, I always treat myself. I head for the nearest Waffle House.
I was working on my second cup, waiting for a fried egg sandwich (take that cardiologist), when I glanced at the parking lot. A lady was hobbling toward the door, struggling to manage the trip on crutches. Her knee-high cast looked brand new.
I got up and opened the door for her.
“Oh, thank you so much. I’m really scuffling to get used to these things.”
I told her it was no problem at all. Glad to help.
I know a little about navigating with crutches. Surgeries on both feet and a knee. My first go-round was interrupted when I fell down some stairs. Broke my right wrist and my left elbow. The surgeon said, “you are not supposed to go down stairs on crutches.”
Thanks Doc., I kind of figured that out.
I helped the lady get seated at a booth and went back to my coffee.
When I finished my third cup and sandwich, I went to the front to settle-up.
“It’s been taken care of, sir.”
It didn’t register. I just stood there. I think I even offered the money again.
“No, your bill has already been paid.”
Dumbfounded, I was nearly outside before it registered.
“You didn’t need to do that ma’am.”
“My pleasure. Now you have a blessed day.”
I did have a blessed day, mostly from a renewed faith that there are still some very nice folks hobbling along in an increasingly self-centered, broken society.
They say that coffee isn’t good for you.
I think they are wrong. It was good for me.