On Doctors and Moving

I had my last appointment with my rheumatologist before I leave this morning.  It's a strange feeling, knowing that I won't be seeing that office again until sometime next June or July.  For the past three years, I have been going in there in frequencies varying from every three months, to every two weeks.  She is the doctor who diagnosed me, treated me, and got me back to the place where I am healthy enough to go live abroad for a year.

I will not be without care; at least not for most of my trip.  I will be able to get set up with a rheumy while I am there.  It may just take a few weeks, which I think is what is causing the strange feeling.  In a sense, I am between doctors.  I can still call Dr. P until I leave; but the office visits and chats with the nurse and office manager are on hold.  It is new and unsettling, but at the same time exciting.  It means that one more stop on the path to England has been passed.

And so, to Dr. P, as well as T and S in the office, I thank you.  You are the reasons I am healthy enough to go.