It is that time again. Time to move on to my next clinic. I have worked locum for about 7 years now. This means that I have had to learn to make friends fairly quickly. Making friends with co-workers and forming attachments to patients is one of the things that makes saying good bye so difficult. Good byes have become easier over time.
These next 3 days in this clinic will go by quickly as I struggle to tie up all those loose ends in the charts. It means that I may not get to see the outcomes of a few of the “zebras” that wandered into the clinic in what seemed like a herd. It means I will not be working with the amazing Nurse Practitioner and the brilliant Physician Assistant, two of the brightest guys I know. I have learned so much from them and can’t help feeling that I have so much more to learn.
On the other hand, I am doing a happy dance to get away from that one physician he who will not be named. The squeezy feeling I get in my heart when I see I am following one of “his” patients will ease up. Rolling my eyes at 3 years of cut and paste notes leaving me with NO clue what is going on with the patient since every note for 3 years states they are here for hospital follow-up 5 days ago. Bye, Felicia.
I am looking forward to the new place. I have spoken with the medical director a few times and I have met so many of the admin folks and everyone seems great. I no longer feel the need to try to make myself sound like the person that they want. I have learned that it is best to be myself from the beginning. I am outspoken when it comes to my philosophy of healthcare and if we are not a good fit, better to know that right away. So far this place sounds wonderful ( except for the commuting).