What a mixed bag of a day. I got up earlier than normal but didn’t stress out about getting ready as I knew I’d need to let my morning bathroom routine take precedence as I did not want to be worrying about finding a restroom on my way to Malmö in rush hour traffic. I got disentangled from the sleep apnea test equipment (went fine, no problems, as far as I know, though we’ll see what the results say), showered, and left the house at 7:30 AM confident that 2 toilet visits would see me through. Wrong.
Almost to the hospital and started feeling worried. Drove past the parking garage I was planning to park in because I knew there was a McDonald’s up a little ways where I could run in and use the bathroom. Only when I got there, NO ONE WAS THERE, even though the lights were all on and the opening hours were from 7 AM. ARGH! Back in the car, back to the garage, then walking as fast as I could to the building where I was returning the kit, and thankfully the nurse was there and let me in to use the department’s bathroom. Whew!
Why is it when you are in a hurry or stressed out, that everything seems to conspire against you? Every traffic light, every idiot in a car in front of you, every pedestrian, every too small parking space that you have to pass up. Anyway, I stopped at Espresso House the dropoff and treated myself to a toastie and a smoothie and then zoomed off to work. Nice slow day with not a lot of new requests to worry about and I was able to spend the entire afternoon working on a project that I never have time for, so that was great.
And then 2 good medical news notifications and 1 terrible one.
Dr Harald answered my message sent last week and said that everything was great and that my last blood test that was to check hemoglobin levels came back normal, so no worries there. Then in the afternoon, Dr Unni called and told me that the blood test I sent yesterday morning for liver values also came back normal: all well and I can continue with the cholesteral medication. Then I told her I had some other things I’d like to talk to her about and she dropped the bombshell that I’d have to take it with a new doctor because she is leaving our healthcare clinic next week.
!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! I JUST GOT HER. I just got a great doctor that is excellent, knowledgeable, pro-active, and sympathetic…the one that literally saved me when I was so sick last year, and now she’s leaving.
And honestly, I get it. Our healthcare clinic sucks. I don’t necessarily mean the level of care, I mean the place itself. It’s an ancient building, that hasn’t been refreshed or renovated in god knows how long, with outdated equipment, 1950’s furniture and decor, and just a general sense of neglect. And it’s a private company. They should have plenty of money to spend on upgrading and updating or even moving to a more modern facility. It’s no wonder they can’t keep personnel. BUT NOOOOO. First my physiotherapist, and now my primary care physician. I’m so sad. I almost burst into tears at work while I was on the phone with her.
There’s something uniquely awful about losing the services of someone that you really like, who does a good job at whatever it is they do, and who knows you and your history. Doctors, dentists, hairdressers, mechanics, repair(wo)man…no matter what the reason, it’s really painful when you lose one and have to find a new. Whether they move or you move or they retire or get promoted or whatever, it just sucks. With all the moving I’ve done myself in my life, you’d think I’d be used to it, but no. It still sucks.
Now I have to decide what to do. Wait and see what primary care physician they switch me to at my current clinic or change healthcare clinics and see who I get assigned to there. No good options either way and no good way to get recommendations for someone either. UGH AGAIN!
Mood: sad
Music: Malia Civitz—Anybody But You