My father. The infamous Oso. The Bear. Just as when one is dealing with his spirit animal, one should always proceed with caution with my paternal parental unit. Not everyone is ready for his wit and charm, but doctors in particular seem to struggle with quite how to deal with the man. In Oso's not-so-humble opinion doctors are by-and-large "quacks". The many years of medical training they have is bunk, and they have no idea what they are talking about. He has stretched the patience of more than one member of the AMA, leading one to proclaim my father "the most non-compliant patient I have ever seen." And, this particular doctor used to be a prison doctor! That statement actually exists in a medical chart. It also happen to provide my father with a peculiar point-of-pride. In his mind, this meant he won. With mom's passing, I have inherited the dubious honor of accompanying my father to the more important doctor visits. We arrived and signed
The always random, occasionally complex, often confounded commentary and narrative of one West Texas woman's life.