Life Is About Perspective
I had a rough day. I was feeling pretty lousy until I visited my doctor this afternoon, and she gave me a healthy, albeit accidental, dose of perspective.
I don’t think I’ve ever written this kind of article for the station, but I have to get this out.
I really did have a rough day. I’m still recovering from the effects of moderate to severe dehydration which made work challenging (I just still feel kind of crummy), I’m trying to catch up on my work duties due to my sick days, I had to deal with a hard financial situation with my wife, and I was kind of feeling like the weight of the world was on my shoulders.
But that changed when I visited my doctor.
I had to see Dr. Preucil today to follow up from my Emergency Room visit. Dr. Preucil is a very good doctor, and surprisingly transparent and caring when she’s with a patient.
As we were going over my chart, and what happened in the emergency room, Dr. Preucil suddenly stopped, sighed, and tried very hard to hide the look of sadness in her face.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
She nodded and smiled, “yes, thank you.”
And then I became concerned about why she was sad. She was looking atmy chart after all. Maybe she saw something that concerned her? Maybe I was really sick?
“Is there something wrong with my chart?”
“No,” Dr. Preucil paused, certainly deciding whether or not to share,” my last patient… I had to tell him he was going to die.”
Silence in the room.
“I’m sorry,” I said. It was the only thing that came to mind. Was I sorry for her, or for the patient?
“Thank you,” she smiled politely. “It’s the part of my job that never gets easier.”
Of that I have no doubt Dr. Preucil.
We finished my exam and I came away with a pretty decent bill of health. Since my emergency room visit I’ve lost nearly 10 pounds, my blood pressure is down, my asthma is in check, and my Bipolar Disorder seems to be under control. I’m doing okay, all things considered.
But it made me wonder about my life, and my perspective. All day I had been having a pretty rough day. After I walked out of her office, everything felt a lot better. I have my heath, my wife, and my devious, yet utterly charming son. What more could I ask for?
I wasn’t the patient before who had just learned he was going to die.
I don’t know who you are Sir, or where you are, but God bless you. I hope you lived a life full of love, joy, and peace.
I only hope we all can do the same. Remember: life is all about perspective.