He made me cry.

Tweet

I have been in touch with Oscar, mt ex son in law, who is a doctor. He is a General Practitioner and we have always been in good terms although my daughter not always talks well of him. But in those situations I look at a plant because I like him a lot. I called him when I had the diverticulitis because I wanted to understand things that doctors don´t explain now. Lately, most doctors here are specialist in such a small part of the body that they can specialize in nails but not in fingers. When I fell, I did not dare call him because I had not paid him for his visit although I did give him the keys of my house. After I fell I messaged telling him that I wanted him to be my doctor and that I had had an urgency but I wanted him to charge me for his visits. Hecalled me and made me explain all that had happened with my fall and at the end of the conversation he told me that the money thing was absurd because we were family. I thought then about the lack of interest of my real family and he made me cry. I am so very blessed that these people that have "adopted" me make me feel I belong. My real granddaughter will "schedule" a visit to me some day, when she has time. Camila is taking me to buy the cane, my pills and my new bed. I´m hoping to have time to go to the butchers with her as the supermarket does not have some cuts. And as she doesn´t have so much time because everything is in a different part of town, we´ll leave the nose biopsy for another day. I know Oscar ever since he was the only well behaved child at Tania´s birthday´s partys. He is 60 mow and I still love him.