“It’s really great to see,” I said as I extended my hand to greet my general practitioner of more than 15 years.
“You heard I died, right?” He said as he walked over to the computer to review my file.
“The nurses told me you’d been sick that’s why I came to see you for myself. I wanted to make sure you were okay. You’ve certainly done that for me over the years,”
“Well, a couple of days after I last saw you, I went to see my daughter in Germany where she was doing a junior year abroad. We had dinner and I was heading back to my hotel when I collapsed. My heart stopped on the a train platform. Two strangers did cpr and called for an ambulance. I woke up in a hospital in Berlin. I was in icu, intubated and had no memory of what happened. Doctors told my wife I wouldn’t make it so she flew over. Eight days later I was moved to the regular floor but I could walk or anything I was so weak. The scary part is doctors have no idea why my heart stopped. I got a pacemaker and a defibrillator implanted but no answer.”
“Wow! You know how I feel about not getting any answers from doctors.”
“I do but you got yours.”
I did, I thought, but that took a lot of years. However, you were the one constant presence who referred me to any specialist I wanted, treated me no whatever ailed me and guided me through my through my mini strokes. You fought to save my life and diagnose my autoimmune disease when other physicians gave up or were indifferent. I wish you’d had an advocate at your side.
“I was in a foreign country with a medical background and I couldn’t get any information.”
“That is frightening. It’s not fun being a patient, is it?”
“No. I’m just glad I made it back from the dead to see how well you are doing.”
“I’m just glad to see you.”
“So, I guess I should run some blood test on you so we can keep you going.”
“Yes, please,” I replied.
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