Doctor, doctor?

I can't remember if I told you about my doctor retiring or not, but she did retire and without my permission.

This was about a month ago. Of course, I immediately needed her, and of course, so did all her other patients. There was a waiting list to get in to see her. I don't think I was actually sick, perhaps I just needed to wrap some things up before she left me. Notice how personally I took her retirement? I realize how unreasonable this is sounding. But this is a testament to our doctor/patient relationship. I am fortunate to have found a practitioner I can trust and relate to. Especially here. Yes, "up north" it is almost impossible to find a practitioner that will even stick around. This is hardly Houston, Washington, or Traverse City where there are cutting edge hospitals, specialists, technologies, and rich patients. This is one of the downsides of living up north.

Fortunately, there was a doctor that made an impression on me many years ago. She took time with me, listened, and helped me any way she could. She took a lot of flack for it too. The buracracy wanted numbers not good care. She didn't last long.

Yesterday, I found her again and I couldn't be more optimistic. She is post gastric bypass, like me, so I don't have to train her. Completely the opposite, she is more "up" on the research than I am and had several suggestions and ideas to improve my current health. So last night I found myself giving myself a shot in the leg - vitamin B-12. What a trip! That's 70's talk for exciting and freaky at the same time. In two weeks I will be trying a new iron supplement...hopefully not a shot. After that, more lab tests and a complete physical. Also, way overdue.

Okay, enough of that for now. I promise I will outline my idea for a book this weekend. Please check back because I definately need your input to pull it off.