I had a patient visit me at the new pharmacy Thursday and I had thought of her just the day before. I was missing my old patients and wondered if I would see them in my new store. This particular lady pops up in my head and I smile, thinking of the way we started out.
Several years ago, she came into the pharmacy, in pain; she has been through a lot since she retired from being a nurse. Picture this short, fierce, assertive black woman. She’s probably 60 but looks like she’s 40. I have observed many of black patient’s ages and been very surprised to see that they were much older than they looked. So here she is, threatening to drag me and my pharmacist by the hair in front of the pharmacy, if we didn’t hurry up. I took a little more talk from her before I told her to calm her ass down and that we were doing all that we could and that if she threatened to drag me around by my hair again, she could leave the store and send someone else to get her medications. She laughed and told me that she liked my attitude and smiled this smile at me that I will never forget.
I would see her and that smile again when she came to visit me time after time over the few years that I was there. My co-workers would say what a change they see in her since she and I had had it out and I would tell them I had put that healing touch on her. She had really been the one to put it on me, though.
I had been missing the old pharmacy patrons and when she walked up to the pharmacy Thursday. I was surprised and not surprised at the same time. I knew she would be there and I didn’t sit and wait for her to show up, worried that she might not come. I knew she would come and she came. She saw I wasn’t at the old place and she came to see me. I ran around to the side of the pharmacy enclosure to hug her and she squeezed me tight and told me she was so glad to see me.
We talked about the trials and tribulations and she told me that there was once a time when she thought she might not ever walk again; she laid in the bed for two years, she said. The Lord had seen it fit to make her well enough to go back to walking around, but not to go back to nursing. She said that it was all the same, though, when her husband asked why she was still nursing everyone everywhere they went. She told him that her job hadn’t changed even though she wasn’t working anymore, that she was still opening her heart to people and helping others as she had always done. She ruled with an iron fist sometimes, but she has a heart of gold.
The hair on my arms stood up as she talked to me about love and forgiveness.and I felt so glad to be connected with source and to know that she would come to see me. She represented those patients I was missing and apparently they were missing me too.