Monday, April 13, 2009
Where everybody knows your name...
I'm moving away from Pittsburgh in about 35 days. This means a lot of saying goodbye to a lot of things. I've been living up here for 8 years... that means the entire time that I've been sick, I've lived here. All my doctors are here. I actually know how to navigate the hospitals. And everyone knows me.
There is a large part of me that is going to miss this. I've already talked about how losing my last doctor and nurse was pretty upsetting. But now I'll be losing my receptionists that just wave me through without an escort to the test labs. My pharmacist who knows my entire medical history, and gives me heads up on cheaper better versions of my allergy meds, and has no problems putting in special orders for my levels of levoxyl. Even my surgeon knows me... actually hugs me. I have an eye doctor that questions me about what its like to own turtles, and a voice doctor who deemed it appropriate to pelt me with stress ball. Part of the reason they all adopted my case was because of how young i was,and the problems that came along w/ my particular experience... I somehow doubt that kind of relationship can be developed again.
But at the same time, it will be good to leave a lot of it behind. For one thing... the pharmacists scare me. There's 3 or 4 of them... and they all know my name... First and last, and how to spell it... just by looking at me. I'm only there like once a month... just its been once a month during the school year for the past 4 years. The one pharmacist hits on me... its amusing... b/c he's like in his mid 30's... and he'd by my type, if not so old... but he kept telling me how much he'd miss me etc... which is awkward.
And maybe it would be nice not to be made a big deal of... There's something to be said about not having everyone know you. It sort of implies that you aren't there all the time. I'd almost rather just being that anonymous face that just pops into the office once in a while... no special circumstances. I guess its just me realizing I'm ready to move on. And I don't think I can until I give up the comforts of staying here.
There is a large part of me that is going to miss this. I've already talked about how losing my last doctor and nurse was pretty upsetting. But now I'll be losing my receptionists that just wave me through without an escort to the test labs. My pharmacist who knows my entire medical history, and gives me heads up on cheaper better versions of my allergy meds, and has no problems putting in special orders for my levels of levoxyl. Even my surgeon knows me... actually hugs me. I have an eye doctor that questions me about what its like to own turtles, and a voice doctor who deemed it appropriate to pelt me with stress ball. Part of the reason they all adopted my case was because of how young i was,and the problems that came along w/ my particular experience... I somehow doubt that kind of relationship can be developed again.
But at the same time, it will be good to leave a lot of it behind. For one thing... the pharmacists scare me. There's 3 or 4 of them... and they all know my name... First and last, and how to spell it... just by looking at me. I'm only there like once a month... just its been once a month during the school year for the past 4 years. The one pharmacist hits on me... its amusing... b/c he's like in his mid 30's... and he'd by my type, if not so old... but he kept telling me how much he'd miss me etc... which is awkward.
And maybe it would be nice not to be made a big deal of... There's something to be said about not having everyone know you. It sort of implies that you aren't there all the time. I'd almost rather just being that anonymous face that just pops into the office once in a while... no special circumstances. I guess its just me realizing I'm ready to move on. And I don't think I can until I give up the comforts of staying here.
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I definitely understand about not being able to relate to other cancer survivors. I talked to another girl with thyroid cancer a few weeks ago and we were just in completely different places. She said something about how thyroid cancer is the best cancer to get because it is so treatable. I almost hung up the phone right then.
Hope all goes well as you transition from school to the work world...I am almost there myself--I finish grad school in August.
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