February 24, 2023

We had breakfast together this morning, so I had an opportunity to tell several brothers from church how grateful I am that I finally saw my doctor, after intentionally avoiding him for three years because of COVID.  After a Christmas visit to the local emergency room for an incessant cough from bronchitis, the E.R. doc told me to follow up with my personal doctor.  I sighed, deeply.

Then I immediately began rehearsing my talking points about COVID, the vaccine, and the COVID medical establishment that has run — and ruined — everything for three years.

But my personal doctor had to cancel two appointments with me in the past month because he was ill.  So the first thing I asked him when we finally got together last week was whether he was OK.  He said yeah.  He said he had had COVID but recovered.

My doctor said he was vaccinated before catching COVID.

He asked me whether I have had COVID.  “No.”  Then he asked me if I had been vaccinated.  “No.”  Then he asked me if I wanted to be vaccinated.  I said, “Don’t get me started.”  He said he wouldn’t.

He also said he hadn’t wanted to be vaccinated, “but they made me.”

I explained to the guys at breakfast this morning that I had avoided my doctor to avoid arguing with him about COVID.  He’s a good doctor, and my wife and I like him and didn’t want to anger him.

One of my buddies at breakfast was flabbergasted.  “Since when do you worry about angering anybody?”

I sheepishly answered to this effect: “When somebody potentially can determine matters of life and death for me.”  Nods all around the table followed.

I was pretty certain my doctor, bless his heart, would try to coerce me into being vaccinated and that we would argue about it.  I was concerned that the argument might end by ruining our relationship, and the Landsbaums having to find another doctor.