I Did All This

Home visits are hard, there is no doubt about it.I felt like I had been driving for hours.  The thirty minute travel time showing on my GPS was woefully understated due to the arctic temperatures and colossal snowfall.  My jacket and clothes felt caked with dried salt rubbed off from the car or somehow accumulated from the ether.  I pulled the key out of the ignition and braced for the subzero temperatures.  My bag, recovering on the passenger seat, was bulging with equipment: stethoscope, blood pressure cough, prescription pad.  The edges of the satchel were frayed from being inebriated  with excess.  My first month into the new practice, I was unsure what I really needed to bring.  Should I take the EKG machine every time?  What about the printer?I was lucky to have found the house in the first place.  Tucked between a driveway and a bunching of overgrown trees, my GPS had to rejigger three times to deliver me to the wrong side of the culde-sac.  The glory daydreams preceding the start of this practice receding, I hunkered down to the business of building a business.Thankfully, the kindly face that opened the front door was a familiar one.  I had come to the right place.  I knocked the snow off my boots on the cement ledge before walking into the warm confines of the house.  After a few pleasantries, I opened my bag of wonders, took out the computer, turned on the wifi hotspot on my phone, and produced a ...
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