I had a follow-up appointment with my doctor this morning. In past appointments I had had with her, she always seemed in a rush. This is her own practice, and she is a one-woman show with one medical assistant, so she had no time to have a little chat with me.
Last time I was there she had an overbooked schedule, and her assistant was running late, thus, I had to wait more than half past the scheduled time to be seen, and then she rushed me out right away to make room for the next patient.
This time I was the first on her schedule and somehow she has a new assistant to handle the front desk as well as doing vitals. So everything went smoothly for my appointment this morning.
While I was lying down on my back with my legs opened for her to collect sample of my cervix, my doctor was asking about my winter holidays and the kids. I was taken aback because it was the first time she was asking about family-related questions and making an attempt at building personal rapport.
She just saved herself with one retaining client, because I have been contemplating about changing my primary care physician due to the nature of how her office operated and managed that I observed in my past visits.
Anyway, I told her that our lives are very uneventful, and quite boring, but we are happy. So I called it boring happiness.
She said she liked that term, boring happiness.
Later on, after I was back to fully clothed, she came back in and had a chat with me. She showed me photos of her grandchildren, and shared stories of her family Christmas celebration.
She even asked to see photos of my kids. And I obliged; I pulled out my phone to showed the photos we took on New Year Day. She said Peanut does look like me and both boys are handsome.
When we finished, she bid me good bye with a few messages about the lab results coming back in a week or so, and if it is positive we will talk about the next steps of treatment.
She smiled at me and then said, keep that boring happiness going!
