“This is gonna be my last time,” I told her.
The last time to get checked out, draw blood, get immunizations or prescription without any fear or fiscal burden.
The last time to have assistance in paying the larger parts of medical expenses.
It was going to be my last appointment with Tricare coverage and the last time I’d be seeing the receptionist who always remembered me.
For a good year or so I admitted myself into a journey of therapy and counseling to relieve myself of unnecessary stress and pain. Coming back to writing here is all part of the therapeutic process.
Every appointment I ever had, I was always greeted with a warm smile and a hello. She’d check me in without needing any identification from me. Kinda like jumping the line at an exclusive club, except that club is a sterilized establishment where ailments are taken care of and people are shocked by their actual weight versus what they lie about say.
Afterwards I’d always take a seat and chuckle and smile. As often this occurred, I wondered if it was a good thing or not that receptionists for a clinic knew me on a first name basis and would have me jump the line.
Regardless of that, telling her it was going to be my last time felt like departure from one chapter and embarking on another. Because I was going to lose coverage in the next two days (my twenty-sixth birthday was that Thursday) I couldn’t go to the clinic I was receiving care at. I had to bite the bullet and wade the waters of civilian healthcare coverage.
I was told that it wasn’t going to be that bad, but saying goodbye to providers who’ve taken good care of you made it all the more emotional and sentimental. Even my therapist whom I made a great connection and progress with, couldn’t take my new insurance plan through work. So I have to start over again with a new therapist. Looking forward to that.
But in all honesty…I know I’m gonna be okay. It feels nice doing all of this for myself, being responsible and shit. You know…adulting. It’s definitely empowering and feels good.
Writing again definitely feels good, too.