I am very lucky to have an amazing GP. He is holistic. He cares for our whole family. I feel awful for taking up so much of his time, and obviously his thoughts too. Here is what I would like him to know.
Dear Dr,
When I was first told to make an appointment after seeing a locum doctor I didn't know how lucky I was to be booked in with you.
Your gentle, calming manner. The mild obscenities to sympathise with how awful depression is. The way you never accepted OK as an answer and never hurried me out of your surgery.
Your ability to look further than a forced smile, which is more than most people have been able to do. I read your comment on my notes "deceptively smiley". The obvious concern in your face made me feel awful but that perhaps I was important to someone.
The way you have cared for my husband, chased appointments for my daughter, fought our corner with social services are things I am particularly grateful for.
I am sorry that you lost some sleep over me. I know first hand some days you can't switch the compassion for a client off. Thank you for going above and beyond. Phoning every other day. Phoning my husband when I did not answer.
I'm sorry I ran. It can't have been easy for you to have to warn my husband you would have to call the police if I did not comply. I'm sorry I can't come to you now with a big smile saying "We have cracked it. I no longer want to die". Truly I hope one day I can do that, and let you know what a real difference having you as our GP has made to mine and my husband's experiences the last few months.
Thank you for thinking outside the box. For referring me into the therapy garden, and for art therapy. Thank you for always squeezing me in, for sharing in our pain, for remaining hopeful when I couldn't be. Thank you for telling my husband to protect my precious life. Now I hear that and try to believe it's true even though at the time I was angry you couldn't see what I see. Thank you for your patience to manage within primary care, and your wisdom and decision when the time came to say enough was enough.
With the warmest regards
Me
Pretty much exactly 5 months after my last church attendance I returned today. Since my last time I had only seen 3 people from the congregation face to face. People who live in my town. Who I've seen at least twice a week for years, I'd seen so few of them. Children had grown. Newborn babies now starting to move. Barely bumps now earth side. There were a few new faces too. We decided to go today because we had been invited for Sunday lunch by a couple from church. The sweet, kind hearted, godly doctor who was on duty the weekend I was first taken to hospital. I didn't give myself a choice this morning. I'd set up an excuse not to go for lunch already. Our car was broken. It was true, it was, but I knew it would be fixed in time to go. So I got up and we went. I'd spoken with my counsellor about not feeling it was my home any longer. That I wasn't part of the fellowship anymore. That physically I didn't know where to sit. Our usual seats, middle,front, with ...
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