I interviewed last night for the job I mentioned that I had applied for, and they told me that there were two excellent candidates — me and another — for them to choose between. I enjoyed the interview, but things are still as they were: they won’t necessarily offer me the job, and if they do, I won’t necessarily take it.

My husband has appointments today with both the doctor and the dentist. He doesn’t feel the way I do about appointments, but he is very anti-doctor.

My experiences with doctors have fallen into three categories. First, I have been to doctors for simple, treatable things: a torn ligament, mastitis, allergic reactions. They can tell immediately what’s wrong, they give some helpful advice and perhaps a prescription, and I leave.

Second, I’ve been to doctors when I was having babies. Doctors are very useful in this situation. They tell you good news, they have the devices that let you listen to the baby’s heart, and they take care of everything at the hospital so that you can just concentrate on having the baby and not worry that the child will fall on the floor or something.

Third, I now go to the doctor once a year to get my birth control prescription renewed. They hold my prescription hostage until I have tests done, and then they either admire my lipids profile or carry on about my triglycerides, a semi-mythological villain that keeps me going to the gym regularly.

Naturally, then, I think of doctors as people who have training and experience that allows them to be helpful. Just as I can be more helpful about your kid’s reading problem than a randomly-selected stranger, a doctor can be more useful about some mysterious ailment than a person on the bus. The whole triglycerides thing may not fall into the category of “useful,” but it does keep me going to the gym.

But my husband thinks that simply going to the doctor causes you to be sick. Like maybe, before you went, you were fine. And then you walk in there and come out with cancer.

Yesterday I had a call asking for earthquake safety tips. Actually, the caller wanted a book of earthquake safety tips. Having grown up in California, I have taken part in and conducted lots of earthquake drills, and know the safety tips very well, and there really isn’t enough there for a book.

The key is to avoid having anything fall on you. Once you’ve done that, you’ve about covered it. There aren’t any safety tips if you happen to be in the rare sort of earthquake that causes the freeway overpass you are driving on to collapse, and most earthquakes don’t require safety tips.

I think that’s how it is with doctors. If you have the good fortune to have something they can fix, then they will give you that antibiotic or cast or whatever it might be. If not, then it isn’t really their fault.

People with different experiences have different feelings about it. My hsband, shortly after arriving in the U.S., saw his mother go into the hospital feeling a little under the weather, and almost immediately die of stomach cancer. His whole family has always felt that she was fine before she went into the hospital, and should never have gone. They are all quite bitter about this. I do not argue with him about it, of course.

Tonight I have a two and a half hour rehearsal with the Chamber Singers. We are performing on Sunday and I have to work on Saturday (our Saturday worker is taking the day off) so I am not expecting a relaxing weekend. It is, I know, too early to be thinking about the weekend, but I guess it has been that kind of week.