I have been in many situations, many different times which put me almost entirely out of any control of my life's immediate situation. Yesterday's advocate, a medical doctor I had never met before, of all people, was hysterical, loving, curious, entirely attentive, and the outcome of the day was positive.
I was receiving Scenar Therapy for pain and chronic illness with a therapist and she wanted the doctor of the clinic where she practices to see and examine me before I left the appointment. That was supposed to have been scheduled into the appointment yesterday, but the appointments desk didn't get it done. I was very nearly asleep on the table, the treatment was that relaxing. She pretty much had to come in and wake me and I had to drag myself back to alertness when it was over. At that time, it was 12:15 and our appointment had run a little long. It began at 11am and was supposed to last an hour, so, I arranged for the bus to come at 12:30-12:50 to fetch me. So, at 12:15, the nurse came in and took my BP, temp, etc, and I informed her, as I had done the therapist, that I had only 15 minutes left before I'd turn into a pumpkin. So, the nurse said, ok, lets get the doctor in now, then. And so enters Dr. B. He is an oncologist/hematologist. I am not entirely sure why he needed/wanted to see me, but he also knew about the time limit. He was warm from the beginning. He is absolutely not concerned about protocol, and from my viewpoint, sort of likes to yell out for things to be brought to him or done for him. Sure enough at 12:30, we were talking about the details of cancer in my family members and I got a phone call from DART saying my bus was outside waiting for me. I told her I was still in with the doctor and I asked him how much longer, he said 10 minutes, so I told her 10 minutes. Now, I know when that call is made, that begins a 10 minute wait. They won't wait longer than that if they have a tight schedule, or if there is anybody else in the bus who needs to be taken to a destination. So, we continued talking and he continued questioning me and I answered. And because the therapy worked so spectacularly for me, I was clear headed, in a good mood, and not in any real pain. I was only hungry, thirsty and needed badly to use the bathroom. In about 12 minutes time, I got a second call. The driver is outside waiting for me. I was clearly going to get left. My option to get home would have been an Uber ride at about $28-$30. He held out his hand in the exam room and said "Gimme". So, I just smiled and handed him my phone.
Dr. B has a booming voice, even in just conversational tones, he can be heard. I'm not sure he is even able to whisper. If he could, it would surprise me. He said to the dispatcher, "TEN minutes, that's all we need. Just 10 minutes. Come on, you can give this lady 10 minutes. With everything she has been through and everything she has to go through, most especially dealing with ME, she deserves more than 10 minutes. " I didn't hear her response but he was satisfied with it. That concluded the conversation. He handed my phone back to me as I howled with laughter. We finished up. He left me to dress (left the exam room with the door wide open, btw), and I then joined him and the nurses in the hall. They were filling out lab requisitions for 2 tests that I hadn't been told I needed. Nurse got me to sign requisitions, and I said "Does my insurance cover these?" "YES," he boomed. "If you get a bill, you bring it to ME!" And the ginormous grin returned to my face. I was given a cup and went to the restroom and brought them their share of my urine. Didn't take the time to pay, will do that next week when I go. I need to go there weekly for a while, maybe a month and a half or so. Upon leaving, I sped out and went to the main parking area on the side of the building. No bus. I was headed back into their offices to pay up and ask them to just do the labs now, before I call for my Uber. Then I saw a side entrance. Sure enough, I rolled out and there was my bus. Parked under the shade. Driver was reading. Cab was empty. Both things on my side. No other patrons and a loose schedule. I loaded in and happily gobbled my lunch on our way home. And the driver, he was the driver from the day last year that I had a panic attack on the bus. I hadn't ridden with him since then.
It was such a good day. Everything went my way. And listen to this, on the way to the appointment, my bus was in an accident! He hit the van in front of us. The light turned green, and she started to move but then stopped, and he had already sort of floored our bus. I was strapped down in the front passenger area. There were 2 other ladies in the back. No one was injured but, we were all shaken up pretty well. And in spite of being uninjured, my body dumped so much adrenaline into my system, that I was unable to communicate AT ALL when I got to that office. I mean I could barely speak. I couldn't think of any words. And, because of the therapy, the doctor, the laughter, and the bus schedule, I came home and didn't need a nap, didn't need a cane, and went mattress shopping that afternoon. Blessings just popped up everywhere. They always do for me, really, because I look for and identify them. But, yesterday, there were so many opportunities for things to go really, really wrong. And they didn't. My angels sprinkled their dust. It was lovely. Good days are a reality. If you are mired in bad ones, take this as proof that good ones will come. They will.
Have happy, happy days!
