Our 27th year of publishing

Published June 22, 2021

It’s just a summer crud – what’s the big deal?

By John Toth / The Bulletin

There is a nice breeze blowing through the back porch, where I sit as I deal with a summer “crud”. The thermostat reads 90 degrees Fahrenheit, but it feels good.

Birds are singing; squirrels are chasing each other, then quickly climb a tree when one of the cats wants to join in the chase. It doesn’t work like that, kitten. They think you’re trying to eat them.

I’m under the weather a little. I called the doctor’s office, but they require a virtual visit first because I have two of the symptoms associated with Covid - a sore throat and just feeling blah.

The last time I saw a doctor, we sat in an examination room; he was typing away at his keyboard. I was trying not to look completely bored. I didn’t want to say anything while he was typing, thereby prolonging the typing.

Then he asked me questions and examined me - looked in my ear, eyes and throat. A virtual visit can’t do that. Maybe I could stick the mobile phone in my mouth.

“Now turn on the phone’s light. Mr. Toth, so I can see,” the doctor may say, to which I would respond that my phone’s light quit working a few years ago.

“That’s not good. Get a phone with a light and call me back,” the doctor would then say, but doesn’t because this conversation doesn’t happen on this day. But if it did, this is about how it would go.

“My other phone has a light but no sound, doctor. Can we somehow get around that?”

Then he would tell me to learn sign language and call him back.

I know I should have upgraded to a better phone before I got sick, but who would have guessed that I’d need sound and a light at the same time?

I cancel the virtual visit and instead decide to come sit on the back porch in this wonderful heat and enjoy all the nature around me. I’ve ridden out summer cruds before. What’s the big deal, anyway?

I put some shelled walnuts on the fence and on a tree because the squirrels sound like they are getting hungry. I like to watch them eat as they hold the nut with both hands and sit on the top of the fence or a tree limb.

I wonder what they do if they get a sore throat? Probably just rest it out in their nest. The chair is my nest.

By no means am I anti-medicine. But I prefer to see a real doctor in an examination room. This is just a little crud.

The nurse on the line would not agree to anything but a video visit. “But these two symptoms also are the same for a common crud. I am vaccinated.” I argue, but to no avail.

“You have to download an app and then put in your pin and password,” she explained. “Then sign in 15 minutes before your visit.”

Being well-versed in these e-matters is not a problem for me. But there are people around who really have no clue how all this works.

I opt out. It’s just a summer crud.

My attention is diverted. A mockingbird flies down on the grass to pick up a nice-sized twig. The cats are just watching. The bird knows there is no need to be in a hurry. It makes sure it has a good grip on the twig and flies away.

I think a nest is in the making, with some baby mockingbirds on the way.

A nice wind blows through. The birds are singing. It’s warm. I’m feeling better.


(John looks forward to hearing from you on this subject. Send me a note at john.bulletin@gmail.com. You can even send an old-fashioned letter to: The Bulletin, P.O. Box 2426, Angleton, TX. 77516.)