Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Shadowing Physician - Caring Nurse

Dad's physician happens to be the man I traipse around after once in awhile. His nurse is forthright, kind, caring, happens to keep it very quiet about my lunch "divorce" and together, they are an awesome team.

At 79 my dad has not stopped working, he's the local carry out "boy" at the grocery store and a strong testament to that generation. If he did stop working, well... I'd just prefer he didn't. It keeps him occupied, busy, engaged in life, surrounded by people (customers) that just love him to pieces. I can understand why.

Dad is unlike the fathers I hear about from my friends. Dad was always an amazing man - kind, caring, forthright, honest, and supportive; he was on the road 5 days a week while I grew up selling Motorola to places that would not buy anything but GE back in the days of 2-way radios and microwave towers, the golden age of that company before cell phones and wireless destroyed it.

He busted tail in his company car to get home on Fridays before I was out of school, picking me up; then found time to play catch or games with me, and on Saturday mornings he watched cartoons. He also always made time to listen, even if he did fall asleep on me one time while I was blathering on about something. He is also known to use editorial embellishment if it fits the need.

A few weeks ago the physician came into where Dad works. I'm sure Dad being Dad struck up the conversation about how well I love coming down there and shadowing; apparently, the physician said they like having me and the patients are wondering when I'll be back. I'm thinking, as he tells me that, "sounds like Dad's embellishment to make sad daughter feel better" moment.

Yesterday, the nurse came in and talked to Dad. Dad is also having to explain why my son lives there now. He mentioned that he has told people this past semester knocked me on my butt. When talking to her, she replied and maybe this time it wasn't Dad's wanting to fix things for his daughter but really what she said:

"Does she think any physician had it easy when they embarked on this path? For if so, this was her wake up call. Tell her to get back on the bus."

And 2nd

"Our patients love her. We love having her around. You better tell her that."

Dad did. And then added himself, "Best you get back to school so that you can become what you were meant to be."

Okay Dad. Love ya. (Mom too... )

4 comments:

Old MD Girl said...

Your dad sounds awesome. You're lucky to have each other!

So, does that mean you're signing up for next semester?

A Doc 2 Be said...

As Dr. Ella would say, "Classes just winked at me."

So yes, I'm probably-more-than-likely signing up for bio and neurosci.

Grumpy, M.D. said...

This is a hard journey. I work harder than I ever dreamed I would.

And for all the crap and paperwork and insanity, there's still nothing else I'd rather be.

I gotta have a job. I'm glad I like mine.

It's good your Dad is still working, I find people who have a purpose to get up for do better then those who don't.

A Doc 2 Be said...

Grumpy... I bet you really aren't, are you.

Thanks for stopping by :) Hope you enjoy the read.