So this summer I got to have my very own patient. An old lady with hypertension and some circulatory problems. Anyhow, me and a friend, also a colleague, did everything on her. Injections, blood samples, staying with her during different procedures and always remembering her to use the eye drops for her cataract.
So spending quite some time with her I got to know her a little.
Every morning I would arrive at 7.45 am and she would already have her makeup and smile on. She got a haircut and kept complaining for the whole week about how badly it looked.
What made me get so emotionally attached to her was the fact that every day she would tell us some funny story about something that has happened to her and I figured she must’ve been quite attractive and cheerful during her earlier years. She would tell us how great doctors we are going to be and that she would love to have 2 daughters like us. When she left the hospital she made us promise we will invite her to our wedding and she promised to sing for us, for free. She had a good voice, coming from a musical family while her daughter is an opera singer and her son a percussionist at the opera.
I hope to see her someday again. Even though it isn’t obvious, I’m always looking for her when I’m around the place she does her shopping in. (yes, we talked about that too). She was that kind of old adorable lady that hasn’t lost her love of life and even though she complains about being old she is younger at heart than most.
So thank you Ms. M, for being my very first patient, and for being a lovely one.