Ah, our wonderful doctor… I have not had many occasions to see him since Marty and I were allowed into his magical circle of care. I suppose I could have gone for a visit and debated the relative merit of kale vs. collard greens with him, but even now– after two years since we secured our Awesome GP– I’d prefer not to jeopardize our sacred doctor-patient relationship or waste his Ayurvedic time.
I really love how our doctor is secure enough with himself and his position of authority that he can still stick with the fundamentals of health and not immediately resort to heavy duty prescriptions as though the big pharma companies were paying him by the pill. No matter what, his diagnosis always starts with questions about diet, exercise, sleep, and stress. (And after that, he’ll always ask how my relationship with Marty is. Priceless.) I love how he radiates an aura of respect and openness, and that I don’t need to feel silly about bringing any of my legitimate concerns to him, no matter how small or non-traditional they might be. I love how he doubles as a pseudo-counsellor, usually stating during our appointments that his office is a ‘safe place’ to talk and always reflecting and validating whatever it is I end up saying to him. But most of all, I really love how seriously he takes his prescription pad. Between Marty and I both, we have yet to see any ‘real’ drug written down on the pad, but then again– our health concerns have yet to merit any real pharmaceutical intervention (knock on wood). Even recently, when the stress over Robertina’s health was starting to consume me, I walked out of my doctor’s office with this:
And you know what? Just walking into his office and admitting that I needed some support was very cathartic for me, in and of itself. I wasn’t expecting him to prescribe me Xanax or Valium (obviously– I might not have gone in if I had thought otherwise), but what he did ‘prescribe’ me was exactly what I needed. (The ‘2nd arrows’ he refers to comes from the teachings of the Buddha, natch.) I came out of his office remembering that this situation wasn’t the end of the world, and since then, I’ve felt a little more able to roll with these punches. He’s magical, I tell you! MAGICAL! 🙂