The sun was bright and warm as I drove home from a client meeting in the southwest corner of New York. I deliberately avoided the interstate highways so I could explore the rural beauty of the backroads. I moved in and out of cell phone range—which was fine because I didn’t want to field any work-related calls. About halfway home, my cell phone began vibrating and I hit the home button, immediately recognizing the number of my primary care physician.
My physician’s receptionist asked whether I could meet with the doctor. I explained that I was driving and asked if I could call her the following day. She then asked if I could stop in that afternoon—I held my breath. I told her that I was almost an hour away, and she responded that the doctor would wait for me.
