Lately it seems as though we spend more time at doctor's offices and hospitals than we do at home. Between Brad's ongoing stomach problems, Carol's arrhythmia , JC's cancer, my weight loss, and now Don's latest scary close call with a perforated intestine, the doctors and nurses are getting all too familiar with the name Cleland.
JC and I have already had our hospital records switched when my records were accidentally put in his folder and his in mine. Luckily we caught it before Dr. Frank Stein operated on the wrong hump.
More than once when I've gone in for a test or “procedure” a doctor or nurse will say, “Hmm, Cleland, are you related to Brad? Or Don? Or John? Or Carol?
Hopefully one of these days we can all get back to normal and become strangers to the doctors and nurses again.
We can all pray for that. I love all of you and you are in my thoughts everday.
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