I knew the minute I got home and received the news. I just had a bad feeling at the pit of my stomach.
The man who's seen me naked on a regular basis.
The man I share my deepest darkest secrets with.
The man who has shared in my biggest joys and my deepest sorrows.
The man I call when I'm not feeling well.... who calms me down when I'm stressed out.
The man whom, when I found him, I just knew we were the right match.
The first person to see Logan when he was born.
My OB is moving on - and we couldn't be more bummed of the news.
Something about "giving back" through International Medicine and "treating individuals who are often poor, displaced, unloved and ignored" - as if that is more rewarding than delivering automatically well-off babies, born into suburban Silicon Valley homes.
As if.
I suppose it was bound to happen sometime, I just didn't think it would happen this soon. So, what the hell am I going to do now?
(We wish you well, but will miss you dearly Doc. *sniff sniff*)
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I knew it wasn't what it seemed... but still, don't do that! ; )
My primary care doctor dumped me a few years ago to spend more time with her kids or some shit like that. I googled her a year or so later to see if she maybe she lied and was actually just leaving that medical group but the only stuff I could find was about being her daughter's classroom mom and I was irrationally annoyed that she'd rather hang out with 15 6-year-olds than spend her days discussing my hypertension.
mwahahahhahahaa can't blame me for having a little fun with that one Julie!
Elizabeth, I totally hear ya. It's like we suddenly get extremely selfish when it comes to our personal doctors and forget about their own lives and meaning. heehee
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