Cautiously Optimistic

This may be a miracle, but only time will tell so for now I remain cautiously optimistic.  Over the years, it became apparent that a couple of the hardest things to do when you move is to find a good doctor and hair stylist.  The hair thing was quite simply a roll of the dice which is a no brainer.  Hair, if cut badly, will at least grow back and can be styled by someone else.  But when it comes to your health, you don’t want to gamble.  Having no connections in this area means asking someone for a recommendation.  I puzzled months over who to ask for until one day the light bulb lit up and I realized that my pharmacist would be a perfect choice.

One of the things that can’t wait is finding a pharmacist and for me, there is no option, but to plunge right in.  There are many advantages to having a Walgreens or Walmart provide prescriptions, but there is such a loss of personal service which is my preference.  When possible, I will always choose a locally owned pharmacy.  It is easier to establish a relationship and develop trust that what the doctor orders is what you are given.  Finally, one day, I pushed and cajoled myself into asking for a doctor recommendation.  I looked at it as a starting point and if it didn’t work out then, I would get another one.

It’s tricky to find a doctor who isn’t overworked and, like the last doctor I had, give you your fifteen minutes to relate your problems and get the help needed before he slides out the door to get to the next patient.  Situations like that always want to make me cry moo since it seems to be a cattle call set up to make them money and not about keeping you healthy.  The opposite possibility is that you end up with a doctor who was academically last in his class and has only read the financial pages since graduating.  Neither of these are good options.  The next step was to call the doctor’s office and set up an appointment.

The pharmacist had recommended a husband wife team who had an office nearby which included a 24 hour clinic that you could use when the office wasn’t open.  That just seemed too good to be true.  A doctor’s front office tells a lot about the person themself.  If it is a well run, efficient organization then that is probably a reflection of the doctor himself.  If not, then, that too is a reflection of the doctor.  The call was handled quickly and before I knew it, I had an appointment for six weeks later.  A packet of information was mailed and it only took me about a half hour to complete it.  Since I have some health issues that require attention, it just didn’t seem as if that provided sufficient information.

Assuming that only the requisite fifteen minute allotment wouldn’t be enough to go over a lifetime of ailments, it seemed only appropriate that I write a letter to go with the packet.  That took longer.  I wanted it to be cogent, informative and, yet, concise.  It was written and added to the packet before being dropped off at their office.  The waiting room was packed and everyone looked as though they had been there for a while.  That seemed ominous and I left with a bad feeling.

Not to worry.  The appointment was yesterday and I had barely sat down before being ushered into the back area.  Previous experience had taught me that while that was perfect, the wait in the back room could be forever.  But not in this case.  Within five minutes, the doctor came in and it was right down to business.  Not only that but he had not only gotten my letter but also had read it.  So far, all my fears were banished and I was impressed.  We talked and he pointed out that he doesn’t just prescribe pills when other options are available.  I was flabbergasted and grateful.  Here was a man who could and would put thought into his recommendations someone who thought outside the box.

So, I left with a positive impression and a good beginning.  Last night, I used the nasal spray for my allergies and for the first time in who knows how long was able to actually breathe.  It was such a novel feeling to be able to draw in a breath and feel the air rush in with no obstacles.  Such a simple thing and, yet, it was wonderful.  This is a good beginning and maybe we’ll get my allergies to clear up.  Thanks, doc, you are a special man and I’m glad to have found you.




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2 Responses to Cautiously Optimistic

  1. Doris says:

    Good for you!! I've been here over a year and I'm still searching for both a good doctor and a good hair stylist. Still, my hair is presentable enough to take it out in public … and I ain't dead yet, so maybe I'm just too picky!

    • cwurschmidt says:

      And maybe not. I think it's harder to find a good doctor now. There are so many out there. I liked my last doctor, but hated the group that he was in. I just found out today that my current doc is only five years out of medical school. Look for someone attached with a university medical school or a teaching hospital. I am amazed that I prefer the younger doctors, but their attitude seems to be more in tune with what I want. Plus, they seem to have more respect for who and what I am. I was prepared to drive to Knoxville if I had to, but so far, this one who is really close seems fine. As for hair, just keep trying. You really have to laugh at how hard these two things are.

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