“What can I do for you today?” my new Primary Care Provider said, after entering the exam room at the Military Clinic. This was my fourth — or was it the fifth? — new PCM in the last two years. I’d lost count.
“What can I do for you today?” my new Primary Care Provider said, after entering the exam room at the Military Clinic. This was my fourth — or was it the fifth? — new PCM in the last two years. I’d lost count.
One minute, siblings are happily sharing a Tonka truck in the sandbox or a Barbie in the tub, and the next minute someone ends up with a scratched cornea.
We simply had to go on a spring break trip. The only question was, “How’r we gonna pay for it?”
Military life in miniature
I hear the beverage coming down the airplane aisle and salivate like Pavlov’s dog. Seeing postage-stamp-sized homes out my window reminds me of all the places our military family lived …