My beloved primary doctor is moving.
I felt so lucky when a friend suggested I try her. At that point I wasn't really recovered from saying good bye to some great doctors in CA.
This doctor has tracked down a few things I didn't know were wrong with me, and taken action to help me with them. She even found some new meds for my endless respiratory allergies, discovered that I'm pre-diabetic (and gave me simple rules that allowed me to drop about 8% of my weight.) And ordered the first bone scan of my life, starting me through mountains of research before I had that first Prolia shot.
But mostly, she has been a friend, a respectful friend. A kind, caring friend.
I've just been pretending she's not leaving. But in less than a week, I have to send a goodbye letter, and try to make an appointment with the local doctor she's suggested. It feels like climbing a mountain.
The friend who suggested her a couple of years ago, didn't know of the move. Told me she has never been sick since I've been going to Dr. S.
This brings up that uncomfortable topic: Am I taking care of myself?
Physical therapy, yes. Too much sitting (even with the recent move) yes. Sometimes eating what's in the fridge instead of what I should go and get? Yes.
And of course there's the recent stress of the move (or any move.) So:
I actually tried something from The Immune Power Personality. Sat myself down and wrote about a particular trauma.
Also, an idea from the same book, I'm working on making my life better, based on learning what I really want.
What do you do, when part of your support system is disappearing? Let me know.
I wish you health.