I have this crazy friend Wendy she’s hysterical, like Lucille Ball, and has made some people laugh so hard, they’ve wet themselves.
Wendy’s son was having some neurological issues and was scheduled for a brainwave test. When she asked if I would go along for the ride, I jumped at the chance. Going anywhere with her is a laugh filled adventure, so I was more than happy to tag along. I am Ethel to her, and she is Lucy to me.
The test was at a hospital nearby. While we were in the exam room, the neurologist came in, and I felt a wave of energy that caught me off guard. It was the same feeling. I had when my husband Ricks bowling buddy, got sick.
How do you tell a doctor that he’s sick and that he needs to see a doctor?
I sat quietly until the appointment was over, and we all walked out of the room single file. The doctor went right, and we went left and headed towards the elevator. Has the elevator doors closed, I told Wendie about what I was feeling and asked her to call the nurse to explain my experience. Most people would balk rather than risk embarrassing themselves, but not Wendy. When we got home, she called the nurse and told her about my intuition. Wendy and I laughed hysterically about this, as it is some thing Lucy and Ethel would do.
A month and a half later, Wendy called me shouting, “Are you sitting down? You are not going to believe this! The nurse called from the neurologist office to say the doctor wanted to thank us for inquiring about his welfare. Apparently, a week or so. After our visit, he was seeing a patient and started having chest pains. He went downstairs to the ER and was admitted into the hospital for a triple bypass surgery.”
I followed my intuition, and I am grateful that it has led me in the right direction again, and I’m glad I did the right thing, even if it was in a cowardly fashion this time.