There are many things I can say I’m good at. There aren’t many things I can say I am great at, but there is definitely one thing I can say I am perfect at!
I’m a perfect patient! And I don’t mean the “patience is a virtue” kind of thing. I have yet to meet someone who truly has patience for every single little thing.
I’m a wonderful go to your appointment on time, follow instructions carefully, answer medical questionnaires, wear ugly gown with bright yellow socks, and smile at the redundancy of it all perfect patient.
With almost a decade of practice, I can’t say I was always this way, but with time I’ve learned. And why am I even writing about this you might ask? Since I had my last seizure, I’ve been going back and forth to appointments with my neurologist, pcp and dentist (since the last attack broke an ancient crown).
In the past month, I’ve gone to six different appointments, and those awesome individuals who are responsible for receiving phone calls, emails, and correspondence from sometimes angry people all have told me the same thing.
“You are an amazing lady! And such a wonderful patient! I wish we could put your picture on the wall so we could show our other patients how great you are.”
Having a chronic illness can be very frustrating at times, and I’m pretty sure I made several of those awesome individuals strongly dislike their job before. I wasn’t always level headed, and the Keppra didn’t help. (But I can’t blame it all on the meds.) There were times when I blamed them for not being psychic and not getting refills from my doctors on time, and for not magically having an appointment slot open when I wanted it.
I wasn’t always a perfect patient, and I sincerely apologize for making the jobs of those people difficult at times. So please forgive my past, newly diagnosed self, and thank you for all the help you do! I really appreciate it, and I promise to be the best patient I can possibly be, if you can forgive my occasional #KeppraRage.