Interlude

Y’all,

I’ve lived nearly all my adult life in rural Virginia. I’ve tried to leave it and do something shinier with my life, to no avail. It calls me back. As I hone in on where I want my practice to go I’m more and more certain that health care access and preventative care issues among rural people, especial rural black people, is my dissertation in waiting.

And as much as I complain about the year round life-size outdoor nativity set down the road and the absurd number of sheds people have and the omnipresent target rounds being fired, I can’t imaging a life without my incomprehensible neighbors (who btw think I’m a space alien. Running at night down my unlit road with a headlamp confirms that¬†suspicion). I’ve got a great post brewing about how my tiny county has managed, by being so indisputably red and according to a poll of bumper stickers having only two political issues (out of my cold dead hands and NOBAMA), to create progressive local educational and health care initiatives. When no one has to prove their redness, a space opens up for common sense arguments.

I am a physical wreck by the end of my semester and trying to get a tree up and make the Christmas magic happen for my lovely kid, so this make take a day or two. In the meantime enjoy this picture of my doc’s patient room. DISCLAIMER: This is the best PCP I’ve ever had. Hands down.

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3 thoughts on “Interlude

  1. So beautiful. Particularly the sentiment about no one needing to prove their redness. I hope this blog exists for forever so I can feel like I’m in a sensible wagon on 29 with the very best carpool buddy (and very latest braker) with whom I’ve had the pleasure to ride.

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