Just got back from a follow-up doctor’s appointment re: the stress fracture in my left foot. Turns out the RX dispensed today consisted of reassurance and shared smiles as to my impatience and frustration with the healing process.
Me: “It’s been 11 weeks now and you said on average these fractures heal in 6 weeks!”
She: “Average being the key word. We’re obviously not dealing with your average person.”
First of the shared smiles.
Me: “What am I supposed to do to make it better?”
She: “Nothing – it will heal on its own.”
Me: "Well, crap (yes, I say crap in front of my doctor) this is so frustrating!”
(And it truly is – I am a doer and a fixer when it comes to life’s trials and tribulations.)
She: “Here’s something you can do – cultivate some patience.”
The second of the shared smiles. Patience is not my forté and we both know it. In fact, I have a fridge magnet that reads: “LORD, GRANT ME PATIENCE AND I WANT IT NOW!”
Me: “What if – "
She: (cutting me off because she knows what’s coming next…) “If it’s not better in another month, come back.”
Me: “A cast?”
Me: “A removable one? Or one that can be submerged in water?”
(I need my hydrotherapy classes – this gimpy foot is doing a real number on my back.)
She: “We’ll see what we can do.”
A final sharing of smiles as I head out the door.
I love my doctor. I’d love her even more if she could write out a prescription for patience.