On the phone with Lib's new doctor, we hang up. She calls back again, she looked at some labs and forgot to ask one thing. We talk for 30 minutes, asking questions of each other, kicking around ideas, talking about our plan.
Happens all the time, right?
Not.
As my father would probably say, good doctors, at least wise ones, patient and kind ones, the ones who treat you as an equal with respect...are as scarce as hen's teeth.
More to follow. Let's just say I'm juicing up a storm and things are starting to move along.
3 comments:
Unfortunately, yes, but your good karma is paying off, and you found one!
So happy for you. For the doc, and the movement. This wise doctor realizes she's got a lot to learn from you. Rare indeed.
I've heard about this A LOT. All I suggest is that you adopt a foreign accent. [my pal is convinced that it's my English accent that forces them to listen - she thinks it makes me sound as if I know what I'm talking about - if only they knew!] Sounds like you've finally found someone who will listen, I hope.
Cheers
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