Not the kind of doctor that has a vacation home somewhere on a beach, not the kind of doctor who drives a fancy car, not the kind of doctor who goes to the opera and ballet or holds any sort of season tickets.
If he could, I think my dad would most like to be a country doctor. The old fashioned kind that makes house calls and doesn't need a lot of fancy technology but really just wants to figure out what's wrong and help the patient get right again. I think he'd like to be paid in apple pie and fresh eggs and would exchange medical care for lawn care. Not to say he doesn't value his salary- he certainly does.
The best doctoring of all is the doctoring he does with his family. We all have our own family doctor that we see, of course. But it's good to have a doctor in the family that you can call up to describe a rash or give a list of symptoms and get some free medical advice on how to treat or at least comfort.
This weekend, we got to go and visit the family in celebration of my brother's high school graduation. The family went to a local park to play and throw a frisbee and fly kites.
While climbing up on some bleachers, Zach slipped and got an owie on his leg.
Thankfully, my brilliant husband immediately "paged Dr. Grandpa" to come and take a look.
The exam begins with gentle removal of the foot wear.
Dr. Grandpa carefully checks the leg to make sure the bones are in tact.
Next, it's important to check and see how the foot and leg respond to gentle pressure.
Be careful- it might tickle a little!
OK- it might tickle a lot! Good thing laughing is contagious!
I think those smiles were all the payment Dr. Grandpa needed.