Six-month retina post-op for me.

The clinic has a white board in every department listing the doctors and how many minutes behind they are, if any. Usually they’re not by much.

But this was a first: someone came through the waiting area announcing that Dr. R was 37 minutes behind–and while holding a large tray full of goodies and asking, Did anyone need water or a snack?

I had never seen this before. I don’t know if those were crackers, cookies, peanuts, or what, but I had just sipped from my own water bottle (I love my five-year-old one) so I smiled a thank you and passed up the chance. But I loved loved loved that Dr. R was making sure those patients out there were okay. That is so him.I looked around the room and remembered the days of gestational diabetes and hypoglycemia and having to carefully monitor intervals and intakes to keep my blood pressure and blood sugar up.

Our president is illegally throwing bombs at the country his grandparents grew up in. He is responding with, in the words of Alex Pretti, Are you okay? While actively making sure we were.