Before I begin today's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I would like to say that today is the anniversary of my dad's death. Even though we didn't have the greatest of relationships, I miss him and love him.
Yesterday, I wrote about my healthcare situation. And, about how things had become complicated when my original Windsor surgeon stepped out, and replaced himself with another local surgeon, who I now call my new Windsor surgeon.
Please don't take what I am about to say, in any negative way. It's not meant to be like that. I am about to just tell you what has been the latest in my healthcare.
A week ago, today, I went to my family doctor's office. His hours are quoted as for him being there, but when I arrived, his receptionist told me I would have to come back, Thursday morning.
Thursday morning, I left Windsor and drove to the far east side of Tecumseh, near St. Clair Beach area.
When I walked into my family doctor's office, the reception area was full. Not just the seating, but also there were people standing.
While checking in with the receptionist, after acknowledging me, she commented that she felt there was too many people for the doctor to see. So, she asked me to return in the afternoon.
This is the frustrating part in having a family physician who doesn't take appointments. Even so, it usually allows for any of his patients to see him, when necessary. So, I took a deep breath, and said I would return. Again.
In the afternoon, I was shocked to see the reception area totally filled, again. People everywhere sniffling, sneezing, coughing, and sounding like their sinus' were full.
Even though I don't like being around sick people, knowing that I have a compromised immune system, I felt I didn't have a choice. So, I checked in, with the receptionist.
A person offered me their seat. If I were able to stand for an extended period of time, I would have thanked them and rejected the seat. But, I can't, so I didn't. Instead, I thanked the person, sat down and waited.
After being there a while, the receptionist called me forward to her window. She told me that my family physician had told her to let me know that he wouldn't see me.
Not just in my head, but also aloud, I said, "What!!!" I asked her what she meant, thinking I had heard wrong.
She told me that she was asked by my family doctor, to let me know that I should see my surgeon/specialist or whoever had been taking care of me. Being shocked, I asked if she meant that he wasn't going to see me to even tell me the results of my blood tests done, the prior week. She agreed that was the case.
So, there I stood. In shock. Wondering why my family physician would not see me, to even give me my blood test results.
I explained to the receptionist the situation with regards to my surgeon/specialist, and the fact that I don't have anyone else to assist me. Only my family doctor. And went on to explain, that I had been directed by my new Windsor surgeon that if I needed any care, I would have to see my family doctor, because he was not my doctor and would not provide care for me, until after my surgery.
She replied there was nothing she could do. God placed a thought on my mind.
I let her know that I wanted that information in writing, telling her that I wouldn't leave until I received the disconcerting information in writing. She replied she'd have to speak with my doctor and would get back with me. I returned to my seat.
The woman seated to my right, began asking what was happening. So, I told her. Next thing you know, the receptionist called that same woman into the office to see our doctor.
I called my daughter P, who had usually attended my surgeon appointments with me, but wasn't there that day. I had to wonder if everyone in the room could hear through my cell phone, her loud response.
Yes, she was as shocked as I was!
This brought to mind the fact that I shouldn't fear what was happening to me. I should just take a deep breath and trust God.
Just as we are told in Isaiah 41:10, "Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness."
I must admit, that at first I felt rather dismayed, wondering what on earth I should do. But, quickly decided that there was nothing I could do. Except trust God to help me.
And, trusting Him... I am and will do.
No one will ever stop me from doing this. Not doctors, not other healthcare professionals. Not the majority of people here on earth, who are unsaved. No one. Anywhere. Everywhere.
After all, He is my God. I belong to Him. He will give me the strength I need to get through this horrible life trial.
And, He will provide for my every need, just as He promised.
Until next time...
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