Jun 30, 2007 00:50
I went off to my Dr last week for a routine check in (get prescriptions refilled, etc.) Now I admit I should have been there 6 months ago and I planned to be. However at that time, Dan got ill, then got worse and I just shoved anything to do with me to the back burner until.
I went in, and found that my Dr is leaving the practice he has here and moving to Dartmouth where his family happens to be.
Damn.
Martin has seen been my Dr for.. oh. about close to 10 years now. He has seen me through diverticulitis, etc, not to mention my cancer. He is the first Dr with whom I have built a real Dr/Patient relationship with, not to mention, I like and trust him as my GP.
He has recommended me on to another Dr within the practice, whom I have met (both he and his wife) and I have no qualms about that.
And, as I told him, "I am very glad that you are going to be where you want to be, but I am going to miss you terribly". I was blinking my eyes to keep back moisture back.
I am sure that the Dr to whom my care has been entrusted will be fine, and he and I will get along great. However, I am not really looking forward to "starting from the ground up" again, I guess you could say.
I never thought that changing Drs would have such an effect on me. But then, my emotions ride closer to the surface now more so than they ever have before. Or maybe I am not as numb as I used to be.
I wish him well, I really do. He is a good Dr, and a fine person and Dartmouth is very fortunate that he will be there; the woods are not full of Doctors like him. And maybe I am just being a bit greedy, in that I wish he were not going.
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