No calls last night. Or, maybe there were, and the County just saved all of them for themselves.
I took my sweet girl to the pediatric urologist this morning. Nothing too serious, especially since she doesn't feel embarrassed at her tender age about frequent urination, or "accidents".
"Where are we going today, daddy?"
"We're going to visit a special doctor," I tell her in a tone that any adult would consider patronizing.
"Well, sweet girl, there's doctors there that will help us feel better," I say to her.
"Why don't we just call the firehouse? Isn't that where you go to help all the people?"
I love the fact that she has that idea in her head. I love the fact that I have been able to communicate the idea to her. And I love the prospect of having my sweet daughter carry on the notion of helping others long after I'm gone.
Now, all I have to do is find a way for her to afford health care coverage when she is an adult. My co-pay today was $40 dollars, and, from what I see health insurance carriers paying out these days, the doctor's office won't get paid much more than that. So why, then, did my law office's health insurance rates go up 14%, and where exactly is this money going? The rate of inflation in this country is less than half of that. Oh. By the way... its not the lawyers' fault. Don't go there. Physician insurance only goes up half of that. In fact, there were hardly ANY change in prices for several years before that for physician insurance.
"Magic wand, stat!"
Me, I'm still a volunteer emergency responder. I don't get paid for what I do. Nor does my breathren. Instead, I have grown a thick layer of skin to deal with all of the lawyer jokes, the adversity within the legal system, and my circus-like office (I swear they can do a reality show on all of the characters in my firm. That's the skin many see. That is the callous that has become the attorney means to my EMT end. My sweet boy and girl, well, they don't see that skin. They see a man who helps people. And they sense the importance of it.