I am not talking about the I am their daughter so I am naturally going to be embarrassed kind of thing. Oh, no. They are genuinely weird people. It is a wonder that I can function socially at all, really.
So, I have mentioned before that my parents were livid, absolutely LIVID that I, as a woman, would go to med school. That could not possibly be what God wanted for their daughter. They are still not entirely crazy about the idea.
Except when they are ill somehow.
When they are hurt, sick, worried, scared… who do they call?
“Your father is having another seizure. Do you think you could get us a new neurologist?”
“My back is killing me. I need to see someone about it. Who do you recommend?”
That would be fine except for the fact that my parents are weird and I still have issues with wanting to win their respect. I want to prove that I am a good physician, that I made the right choice, and can get them hooked up with the best. Maybe, just maybe, they will wake up and embrace me and accept my life choices?
The end result is that I give them the name of a specialist that I think is top notch and they have their primary care physician refer them. Soon, that poor, unsuspecting doctor is subjected to my parents. I am so, so sorry….
Invariably they drop the line: “Our daughter is a physician…”
“Yes, and she refers tons of people to you….”
And then I will have to look those same physicians in the eye, say at a chance encounter at a local restaurant, and have to chit-chat about my crazy parents. I worry that every time they see a referral from me they are thinking about my cuckoo family.
I wonder what issues my own kids will have about me when they are older? Sigh. It am resigned to the fact that it will be inevitable.