On Monday I had a 12:00 p.m. appointment at a hospital specialty clinic. It was a four week follow-up concerning a broken wrist suffered in a car accident eight weeks ago. It was 3:05 p.m. when I left the clinic. There was one doctor on call to look after thirty or more patients in the time span I was there.
One lady in the waiting room was very vocal about her displeasure regarding the long wait. Her appointment was for 11:40 a.m. and she was seen by the doctor at 2:00 p.m. Others had been waiting since 11:00 a.m.
As for me, I had an agreement with a Senior’s Ride Program that the latest return pick-up would be at 3:00 p.m. I was able to secure my ride home due to the kindness of my driver.
In spite of the inconvenience of such a long wait, and listening to the disparagement of a few disgruntled patients, I couldn’t help wondering about the exhaustion that lone doctor must have been feeling. It occurred to me that because he was so busy he didn’t even know how many people were playing the waiting game.
“Your cholesterol is too high!” This is what my family physician has been telling me for years. My body will not tolerate statin drugs, and dietary and exercise regimens have not worked, so yes, my cholesterol is too high.
“Your cholesterol is too high!” This from my cardiologist in June.
“So I’ve been told,” was my demure reply.
“Dangerously high!” No demureness on his part. “But I can help you.”
I went home with a new plan involving a new drug…a very expensive drug…which needs to be administered by injection twice a month. I learned how to do this in two hours on June 29th, with the help of a nurse who visited me in my home.
After two doses of this new drug, I had my blood work repeated.
“Your cholesterol is really good!” This from my family physician who took time out of his busy schedule to tell his receptionist to relay this news to me yesterday.
The jolt of happiness that went through me more than made up for the jolt of the medicated needle that is responsible for this wonderful turn of events.
My thankfulness extends not only to my doctor and my cardiologist, but to my insurance plan that covers the cost of this drug.
And thanks be to God, the overseer of my life, for this newest little jolt of happiness.
…Give her medicine. Perhaps she can yet be healed. Jeremiah 51:8 NLT
Praise the Lord, and pass the medication!