Medical Imagines

Doctor Swap Part 2

Hi everyone,

I decided to make this at least a 3 part series. This one does not have much medical stuff in it, so I'm sorry for that. The next one should be up in the next few days. I have a BIG exam on Thursday that I need to be prepared for. Thanks for all the support so far!

Ash

I had gotten home from the doctors office a few hours ago, and went right to bed. I was beyond exhausted, both physically and mentally. I was really having a hard time with the fact that Sean was going to be my surgeon, even though I was sure that he would do a great job. I realized that I hadn't been given his number. Of course, as soon as I got home, all of the questions started to fly in my head. I decided to write them all down, so that I could bring them next week. If he texted me, I'm sure I would ask some of them, but I did not want him to hear all of them right now. I did not want to be "that" patient who just asked way too many questions, and come across as annoying.

After sitting in bed and watching tv for a few hours, my pain was escalating. It must have been reacting to the stress that I was feeling. I decided to do some therapy for a little bit, and try and get a little bit of sleep. Just as I was dozing off, my phone vibrated.

Unknown number: Hey Y/N. It's Sean. I just wanted you to have me number, in case you needed anything before next week. You doing ok?

My heart fluttered with butterflies. He actually cared. He thought about me enough to text me. Then the true thoughts came into my head: Am I honest with him? Or do I sound like I'm that perfect patient that I try to be?

Me: Hi Sean. Thank you. I'm hanging in there. Not feeling super well, but it is probably just stress. Thank you so much for texting me.

I really thought that would end the conversation right there. I thought it was enough so that he knew I was ok, but not sounding too desperate for help, even though I was feeling worse by the minute.

Sean: Are you sure it is just stress? I know that emotions can play with it, but still please be careful. I asked my friends who are doctors if they would be able to help out with your surgery. I know that this one is going to be different for you, so I want people that I can trust. I'm having them over tonight. Do you want to come and meet them? It may help before Monday if you at least know who they are.

I was stunned. Sean really took the time to reach out to the people that he trusted most, for me. Did I want to meet them before the big day: absolutely. Was I feeling up to it? Absolutely not. I didn't think I could drive if I wanted to. I was too dizzy and nauseous.

Me: I'm glad that your friends can be a part of my surgical team. Thank you so much for the offer, but I am not feeling up to driving. I'm too sick right now to get up, let alone drive. I'm sure they are great though.

The intrusive thoughts flooded into my head yet again. Why I am I letting my walls fall so fast? Why does he need to know that I'm sick? He's going to think I can't live by myself. If anyone knew me well, they knew that it was a huge thing that I was able to keep living by myself, even as I have gotten sicker. Immediately, my phone vibrated again.

Sean: Please let me come and get you then. I certainly won't judge you, and they won't either. I would much rather you be with someone in case something happens. We can keep it low key, and you can sleep in the guest bedroom. I would really rather you be here with me than at home by yourself. Please send me your address, or I can find it if you would rather.

My heart rate picked up again. Sean couldn't see me like this. I was pale, and shaky, and could barely sit up at this point. But, to his point, the odds of me passing out or worse at home was great. So, I decided to cut my losses and text him back.