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.