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The ongoing saga of closing down…
Sep. 15th, 2016 12:38 pmDay before yesterday I got a rather urgent phone call from my office manager about a former patient desperate for a letter. The man is disabled, & had been called for jury duty. His new provider won't be seeing him until the beginning of next month which was after his call for jury duty. Well, I penned a letter this morning, & picked the man up on my way into town, depositing him at the hall of justice to drop off said letter. I had to go past that way anyway so, what what the hell.
Several colleagues have purchased office supplies, which is a godsend. I no longer have any use for them and the cost was substantial. I am extraordinarily grateful not to have to eat that cost. That said I still have almost $500 worth of vaccines to try and get rid of.
There's still a significant amount of furniture in the office to get rid of as well as three exam tables and the procedure table. At this point I'm not even certain if I'll be able to donate them to anyone. Even the free clinic isn't taking physical equipment, that they didn't take all of my sample medications. They will also likely be the recipient of anything that I have left over that colleagues aren't inclined to purchase from me.
Emotionally, I'm still running hot and cold. The reality that I am now closed at once feels like a relief and a weight lifted from my shoulders and at the same time manages to make me feel like a fossil and irrelevant. The reality sits somewhere in between.
Enough for now; I have work to do.
Several colleagues have purchased office supplies, which is a godsend. I no longer have any use for them and the cost was substantial. I am extraordinarily grateful not to have to eat that cost. That said I still have almost $500 worth of vaccines to try and get rid of.
There's still a significant amount of furniture in the office to get rid of as well as three exam tables and the procedure table. At this point I'm not even certain if I'll be able to donate them to anyone. Even the free clinic isn't taking physical equipment, that they didn't take all of my sample medications. They will also likely be the recipient of anything that I have left over that colleagues aren't inclined to purchase from me.
Emotionally, I'm still running hot and cold. The reality that I am now closed at once feels like a relief and a weight lifted from my shoulders and at the same time manages to make me feel like a fossil and irrelevant. The reality sits somewhere in between.
Enough for now; I have work to do.
