Tuesday, February 26, 2002
Doctor appointment with Denny Tuffanelli, who was disappointing primarily because this was my first visit and he chose to spend all of 10 minutes with me before quickly saying goodbye and running down the hall to his next patient. He took off so fast that he forgot to give me a prescription he wrote on his pad—I got it 10 minutes later while checking out. He offered no compassion or empathy for my complaints. In my experience, this behavior is inevitable with doctors late in their careers, so I'm unperturbed, even anticipatory. When I'd mentioned I'd seen Dr. Robert Adams in Menlo Park, he made the typical remarks that most doctors do about Dr. Adams: "Oh, well Bob Adams certainly knows what he's doing," to which I replied, "Well, he certainly didn't when I saw him." And that was quite true, as Dr. Adams was careless in his readings and ultimately hasn't done a thing to help me. I made revisions to the templates for the Center for Pharmacogenomics, Center for Chemical Diversity, and Center for Consumer Self Care. Updated virus files for all computers. Amy comes over for dinner: Pork tenderloin, baked potatoes, peas. I take my first yoga class at Yoga Tree. Patrick and Amy had been going a few times now, and they were both surprised that I agreed to go along. Tina sent me an e-mail today in which she said, "they use macintosh at the school and i am so not used to this any more. you saved me from the mac and brought me into a better, brighter pc world." I did not intend to be her computer operating system savior, but I guess it turned out that way after all. And it made me wonder if fifty or a hundred years from now the elderly Hispanic women at the Mission BART stations will be handing out booklets praising Steve Jobs and Macintosh or Bill Gates and Windows instead of Jesus Christ.