Last week, I had a doctor’s appointment. Before going to the clinic, I planned extra time to stop off at the grocery store to buy some food. That shopping experience took longer than anticipated. (For more details about my grocery store fun, please click here)
When I got in the car and was ready to travel across town, I was panicked! It was 3:26 p.m. My appointment was at 3:30. Thankfully, traffic was light. The car glided through the roadways without any issues.
When we arrived at the clinic, there were no parking spots. We had to park really far away. I raced as fast as I could into the clinic. I signed in. It was 3:40. I was happy I was not terribly late for my appointment. Plus, this doctor usually runs behind. When called for my appointment reminder, the receptionist told me to be prepared to wait 2 hours to see the doctor.
I zip off to use the bathroom. When I exit, I am overwhelmed with fatigue and muscle tremors. Due to all the stress and chaos, my blood sugar is rapidly dropping. I am prepared for this. I have an apple in my pocket and water stashed in my backpack. I take out the water and chug down nearly an entire half liter. I then hurriedly eat the apple.
I just get done with the apple and then a nurse calls me. I gather up all my medical equipment, and the nurse pushes me in my wheelchair. She takes me to an exam room. She takes my vitals. She then has me pack up all my medical equipment and takes me to a different room. I get my ventilator and heated humidifier plugged in to the wall outlet.
I am getting myself adjusted in my wheelchair when the nurse comes back. “Oh sorry, “ she says. “You are next to see the doctor. We need to switch rooms.”
I unplug my equipment and pile it back on to my lap. We change to a different room. I then unload my equipment and get settled again.
By this time, I am extremely tired. I desperately want to put my feet up as blood is rapidly pooling in my legs. This is causing my heart to beat quickly. However, I know it will only be a few minutes until the doctor comes in to see me. I decide to endure my symptoms.
A few minutes later, the doctor enters. The appointment goes well. I am on antibiotics for an infection. The infection has not cleared. The doctor tells me he will prescribe one more week of medicine. I silently pray to God, “Oh, please. I really need two more weeks or antibiotics.”
The doctor briefly chats with me. As he is filling out my medical report, when he gets to the treatment plan, he stops. His hands hang over the keyboard with his index finger hovering over the number 1. After a few moments, he says, “One week of antibiotics may not be long enough. I am going to prescribe 2 weeks of antibiotics.” I silently praise God for this kindness.
The appointment ends. I then wait at checkout to schedule my next appointment. The woman in front of me takes a long time. Thankfully, the receptionist sees me waiting. She looks up my chart and schedules my next appointment. She gives me my appointment card. I leave the building (and the other woman is still sorting things out at the checkout desk).
When I get to the car, I praise God everything went so smoothly. When I look at the clock it is 4:37 p.m. I am overjoyed. When I was told the day before I would have to wait two hours to see the doctor, I had prayed to God that I would not have to wait that long. I had asked for my appointment to be finished before 5 p.m. And God had now answered my prayer in a favorable way. After a very long and strenuous day, this was such a wonderful kindness.