What is it with family? You’re kinda-sorta an expert in something and they think you know it all. Anyone who knows me knows for damn sure that I don’t know it all, much less part of it all!
So I’ve earned my Ph.D. in a field related to medicine, but not IN medicine, I have ZERO clinical skills. Even though I’ve been working in this area for many years and have talked at length about the work that I do with my family, I still get the most inappropriate questions. Two recent instances reminded me of this.
First, my dad has been having trouble with his knees. He proceeds to describe to me the pain he’s been feeling, when it occurs, what aggravates it and so on. It’s like he thinks I’m an orthopedic surgeon!
“So what do you think it might be?”
“Dad, I don’t have a clue”
“Really? I thought you knew about this sort of thing”
“Why, because I had an anatomy class 20 years ago? Have you been paying attention when we’ve talked about my work for the past 10 years?”
Fortunately he did see an orthopedist, got some physical therapy and his knees are feeling a little better, at least as good as 67 yr old knees can feel.
Last week Veronica’s mom, who I love dearly, e-mailed Veronica with her latest medical issues. Among the issues was something abnormal appearing with her lungs that showed up on an abdominal x-ray.
Am I a radiologist? No
Am I a pulmonologist? No
Did that stop Veronica’s mom from asking for my opinion of what the doctor saw? Of course not!
Oh yeah, I should mention that she was asking me because it was her gynecologist who wanted the x-ray and told her to follow-up for her regular doc. She couldn’t wait until she actually got to see her doc, so she turned to me, as if I have a freakin’ clue…
I can’t be the only one this happens too, right? At the very least there have to be some IT types who are bugged by family- you know computers so of course you know every piece of software out there, right?





I’m laying here in a hotel room bed in Dallas, TX with Veronica sleeping peacefully by my side, and I think back to this day 17 years ago, when I stood at the alter of the church I grew up in and watched her walk down the aisle to join me at my side.




