Sticks and stones can break bones, but stones are particularly nasty

SAVED BY THE STONE. That will be my new mantra. And you may be surprised to know exactly which stone I refer to.

A kidney stone, my friends.

That’s right, and it wasn’t even mine. Said kidney stone belonged to a friend who just happened to be passing it right before my eyes at our lovely cafe here in Woodgate.

He shall remain, out of courtesy, anonymous, except to say that he’s in the center of Adirondack sports and fun, and quite the mad boat hauler. Anyway, the stone(s) eventually sent him to the hospital.

This guy is my age and like me had not been to a doctor in some twenty years. He has a fantastic insurance plan (unlike me). Well once they get ahold of a fifty something year old with a good “Plan” the games begin in earnest.

Those of us without a “Plan” are likely to just die in the hallway.

He was immediately whisked off for every test known to mankind and lo and behold, the ol’ blood pressure issue came to be. He had to purchase his own personal cuff, which we treated like a new toy at Christmas.

Until it was my turn.

Just for kicks and giggles he placed that cuff on my arm. Rut ro. We were both thinking that the number 185 could not possibly be good, but geeze louise we’re not doctors and have no business whatsoever trying to diagnose medical stuff.

I was sure his new stupid toy was malfunctioning, so I decided to ignore it.

Truly, it takes a village sometimes. And this was one of those times. Local EMT’s and our oh-so-capable Fire Chief all just happen to be toting around blood pressure cuffs (who knew???)—the number remained the same.

What to do now? No doctor, no insurance, on the verge of a stroke or heart attack.

Not a pretty picture, to say the least. Time to place some phone calls.

Well hellooooooooo Boonville Faxton St. Luke’s office…

Loved them immediately. From the gal at the front desk who welcomed my uninsured self, to the fantastic nurses, and a special hellooooooo to my new trusted hero, Dr. Adam Seigers.

Young, conservative, concerned and considerate of my finances. Prescribed a little pill which worked within twenty minutes.

Side effects include—NOT A THING EXCEPT I FEEL SOOOOO MUCH BETTER!!!!

Holy cow, they even called me that evening to see how I was doing. Had me come in within two days, at my convenience, for a quick BP check. No waiting, no fuss, no muss. Love love love them.

I have already dubbed this My Condition. Everyone has to be waaay nicer to me now, and I shouldn’t be forced to race around at unreasonable speeds anymore. I have a Condition, afterall.

Now, not only am I figuratively cool, I am physically cool. Hot flashes at a minimum. Anger/anxiety totally controlled.

We all know that I’m not a fan of pill taking and have openly chastised the Pillers of Society.

The only pill I’ve ever had to swallow was good old Vitamin A (Advil), and until now it’s worked like a champ.

Welcome to the 50’s. Who knows where it can go from here, but I am so impressed by this medical office that I’m truly not afraid of the White Coats anymore.

I might just go for a yearly physical from now on, just for kicks.

A big fat thank you to you, Dr. Seigers, and the entire oh-so-competent staff at your office.

You folks truly have no idea how much you have changed my life.

As for my coworkers and the customers at Seasons, My Condition needs to be respected.

Basically, shuttup and wait. I’ll get there in a minute or ten…