Today was one of those days when I was particularly aware of how many people are trying to help me. It started a couple days ago when I ordered a refill for a pain medication. I didn't know it then, but the online site is under construction so what is usually a two minute task just wasn't going quite right and I couldn't understand why. Specifically, the site wouldn't let me pick up the prescription at the after hours pharmacy on the main campus in Santa Rosa - and I needed it too soon to wait for mail delivery. I couldn't reach the doctor, also unusual, and I was afraid I would miss the 5:30 pm deadline for approval at the only pharmacy that would accept the order (because of the site construction issue).
The next step was to talk to a pharmacist, but neither of the numbers I had would let me talk to a live person to straighten this thing out. I was getting panicky about running out of pain meds on a weekend when it would be more difficult to get what I needed.
Feeling a bit desperate, I called the oncology pharmacist in the chemotherapy suite. I'm not a chemo patient right now - except quarterly for a bone strengthener - but they've adopted me as one of theirs because I sat there for most of the last 10-1/2 years getting infused with this or that. In other words, they know me well.
The two oncology pharmacists understood the problem. The prescribing physician, a radiation oncologist, apparently wasn't available, but they were able to track down my regular oncologist who wrote a new scrip - more tablets and a stronger dosage, both appreciated. Then a medical assistant called with the information that the prescription would be ready in the after hours pharmacy so I could pick it up after the already scheduled PET scan. And someone else called me to say the order was ready. Who knows how many others were involved in filling and filing the package.
Then there were the PET scan people. For all the imaging I've had in the last decade, PET scanning was not one. It was a whole new staff, each one nicer than the one before. I was there about two hours, mostly lying very still, but folks made sure I was warm enough and not claustrophobic and not straining my back or otherwise uncomfortable. We even joked a bit.
Are you keeping count? Altogether there must have been at least ten helpers today. Not to mention Steve who drove me to the appointment, waited forever and then took me out to dinner afterwards. My sense of gratitude and appreciation was increasing by the hour.
And while I'm at it, I should mention the three doggies who were waiting at the front door at 9:30 pm, tails wagging, to greet me.
It worked. They each got a cookie.