In my delusion with this move, I had this crazy idea that I was going to get out of ever going to the doctor again when I moved. A small part of my brain (read all of it,..all of my brain) thought that by moving south I would lose twenty pounds when I crossed the border and become so healthy from the sunshine that I would no longer require a medical professional as long as I remembered to wear sun screen. I also was under the delusion that if I needed anything I could just call the doctor I've seen for over twenty years and he could just send the script to my husband and be done with it...because in "Heather world" this is how things should work. I get what I need and I never have to enter the cold sterile world of a medical structure. This however, is not how the real world works. My doctor sent me in a three month supply at the request of my husband so that I don't drop dead and told him I had three months to find a new doctor. Apparently there is a law or it is frowned upon to prescribe to a patient you cannot actually see to diagnose. Whatever...
I spent weeks researching doctors on the internet. One of my best friends is named Google. She doesn't send me Christmas or Birthday cards but she is handy for information. I googled family practitioners near me and then sorted through them all looking at their Vitals and Health Grades online and all sorts of patient reviews. I even went so far as making an appointment with one doctor and then changing my mind and picking a different one. (The first one didn't sit well and I felt unease about it.) I made the appointment and then had weeks to stew about it.
Wednesday I went to this new doctor and it became quickly a "Toto...I don't think we're in Kansas anymore" type of situation. (The building is two levels for one.) For those of you that are not aware I moved here from a one stoplight town surrounded by corn fields in the Midwest. We are now in a warmer climate where I haven't seen a single stalk of corn but many a cow and if you can think it, its probably here. I brought a book because I was sure that I would probably have a wait. I had to stand in a line to check in and there were two desks across from each other where you could check in. You have to have your id and insurance card ready before you get up there. There were many people waiting.
Here are my thoughts and observations before being seen by anyone:
1. Are all of these people waiting to be seen? This is going to take forever
2. Shouldn't there be a television in the waiting room playing Little House on the Prairie? This place seems kind of new-ish, couldn't they afford a flat screen to entertain the masses that are waiting?
3. I think there is a rule that I can just leave if the wait time is over 30 minutes. That's a thing right?
When I get called up I did ask the gal if the doctor was nice. She checked to see who I was seeing and then sang his praises. Note to self: OK he seems to be liked by the staff. If she checked to see who it was that means there must be someone that is not up to par. It seems I chose well.
I didn't have to wait too long before getting called back. I'd say about 2-3 pages into a book. There doesn't seem to be any real decor and everything is very sterile looking. I had to stand on the dreaded scales and then in my head I heard my nurse back home tell me, "We are going to the room with the butterflies on the door." There are no butterflies on any doors and there aren't any family pictures in the exam rooms. Mostly it seems cold. But then I got to talk to this new nurse and she seems really nice. I then get to meet the doctor a short time later. He arrives and apologizes for my wait which really wasn't that long. He looks very doctorly. (Yes it's a word even if spell check disagrees.) What I got from the appointment was that he seems very knowledgeable and when describing my recent history he doesn't seem to agree with my treatment. He spent some time shaking his head and put his head in his hands at one point. What I also found out is that I have spent too much time going to the Wawa and should meet a vegetable or a piece of fruit sometime.
I explained to him that I had thought I would lose weight when I moved here but then we met the Wawa and losing weight has taken a back seat to everything else. He seems to have a good head on his shoulders so I think this might work.
So here's the take away. Oh don't look surprised you knew a lesson was coming. Moving is stressful. Parenting is stressful. Adulting (this too is a word) is well... stressful. Sometimes it can all be overwhelming...especially when you have water coming out the bottom of the dishwasher and no clue who to call and really all you want to do is curl in a ball and cry. I struggle keeping it all together. I'm not as brave or near as confident as I'd like to believe I could be but here's the thing... From the very beginning of this journey even when we thought the journey was not going to happen, God has been right there to put people in our path to help us with all of this. Even with all the stuff that can send you in a tizzy and make you question everything, God is there. I know very few people here. I don't have even a handful of people to call for coffee or a movie for a girls night. I don't have my beloved Bunco group and I sure don't have the surroundings I've known my entire life including my medical team. What I do have though are possibilities and promises. I have dreams and sunshine after the storms. Honestly this week has stressed me and stretched me.
"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." My life verse plays in my mind followed swiftly by this one found in John 16:33 "I have told you these things so that you can have peace in me, In this world you will have trouble but take heart! I have overcome the world." I'm holding onto these promises as I learn my way here. I can do this. I can live this new life because every step of the way God has made a way for us. He put things in place, he brought friends before us to show us the way, when we arrived and were living in the mess of boxes he helped us to find all the paperwork we needed for everything. He placed us in a church where I really like the pastor and his wife and think to myself, "He might be the man who performs the ceremony for my children's weddings." In this church we found a guitar teacher for my daughter and she learned more in one lesson than ten back home. In this neighborhood we have met people who are kind and maybe not lets go hang out friends but people we can ask questions or call on to remove a snake.
I'm holding on for dear life. I am stressed to the point of breaking out in hives but I'm also filled with joy. I may not be brave but I can rest assured because I am beloved.