I left for home last night, nearly in tears. It's been a long time since I felt THAT validated.
I'd gone to the hospital after way too long a day at the office, to see a rather difficult patient. He's both medically complicated and not much with the program for taking responsibility for his care. Shall we say he doesn't accept direction well? Routinely, he won't tell me the truth about what he does, that is if I'm to believe his children.
In any event, I had to call in a colleague of mine to consult on this gent. My colleague's a specialist, someone whom I have the utmost respect for; he's got to be one of the brightest physicians I know. Frankly, I think the world of him.
After chatting 'bout the details of the consult I needed, we spent a couple of minutes just catching up with one another. He mentioned he'd just seen my office manager earlier in the day (translating for her mother, whom I'd referred to him for a routine colonoscopy) and what a gem he thought she was. I reminded him of the biblical quote about a virtuous woman being more valuable than rubies (and that Oana is not just my employee, but my friend). Then, I mentioned I'd seen one of his staff people in my office the day before, and what an absolute sweetheart she was. He told me that when she'd asked him for a reference on someone to go see, he'd suggested me, that I was who he would see himself. This raised my eyebrows. He went on to say, he feels I'm a healer, a 'gifted intuitive', "something no residency can train you to be." "You either are, or you're not," he continued.
I was nearly speechless; I'm not sure just how deeply I blushed, but one of the nurses commented about my color, after I got off the phone. All too often, I feel like the 'brain-dead' generalist, and this is one of the specialists to whom I turn when I'm in waters over my head medically. To have him pay me a complement this huge, was one of the biggest professional rewards I've had in I cannot remember how long. He called me a 'gifted intuitive'....
As I drove home, I thought about the things I seem to hear and recognize, that often surprise me, as mulled over what had been said to me. After a bit, I thought, "Alright, enough positive strokes for now, your head is quite big enough!" and I turned on the radio. Instead the CD player kicked in. I had "Wicked" in and the song that started, interestingly enough was rather ironic.
"Wicked" is a re-telling of the "Wizard of Oz", from the viewpoint of the Wicked Witch of the West. It starts with Elphaba (the Witch) and Glinda (Good Witch of the North) as freshman college roommates. The particular song that started was "When I'm With the Wizard". The lyric starts with the college teacher singing, "Oh, Miss Elphaba, many years I have waited, for a gift like yours to appear........." The witch responds a minute or so later, "Did that really just happen? Have I actually understood? This wierd quirk I've tried, to suppress or hide, is a talent(?!?), that could help me meet the Wizard, if I do good? So, I'll make good!"