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Only in Cambridge....

I had a checkup this week. I'm pushing 50 and have developed type II diabetes, so I see my doctor fairly often (every 2-3 months usually). Now, I went out of my way to avoid doctors for years....I hate being touched, prodded and probed, and have always viewed the medical establishment with equal measures of fear and loathing.

Anyway, I had a little problem a few years ago and in treating it, my doctor (who I had just engaged for this particular problem, which means I had just met him) informed me that my blood pressure was rivaling the rate of inflation in Moscow and that we should probably do something about it. From there it was a physical, diagnosis of diabetes, and now I'm a 'patient'.

So, I'm at my checkup the other day, and as he's checking my heart, my Dr. (who I like a lot by the way) says "Aren't you a code slinger?" I told him that I write some PERL at my job as a QA Engineer, but I'm not a heavy duty programmer or anything. I then inquired as to why he had asked.

I'll skip the gory details, but what ensued was a discussion and some tutelage on my part about the boot process and dual-booting windows and linux on a laptop.

Only in Cambridge would I run into a doctor who wants to install Linux "just to goof around with...."

As I was leaving, I told him to call me if he needed more help...something I'm sure he doesn't hear from his patients very often!

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Dot Dwyer said…
Make sure you hammer out a quid pro quo when it comes to house calls. . . .
June 5, 2007 at 9:42 AM
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