Transition, Transitional Medicine, Total Freak Show….

My life is in an uproar.  I am becoming a real adult and a doctor all at the same time.

For the first time (because I have been here since I left home at 17) I am transferring all my medical records, finding new doctors and making sure I have all the checks in the boxes before I transition up to my new place in the world.  Its a comedy of errors.  I e-mailed the peds ortho folks at Childrens about where to go as an adult with Skeletal Dysplasia (SD) fully expecting a list of adult doctors. Instead I got the clinical geneticist working me in next month to the TRANSITIONAL SD clinic that see adults with SD at Childrens. Initially it bothered me that I would go see the doctors at work considering what happened here. But I figured this was such a good thing…right I mean they know all about my disease unlike other adult docs and its one stop for ortho/rheum/general medicine/PT.  One of those cool, trendy, state of the art inter-disciplinary, holistic sort of places.

I have been going to the doctor and gathering records all week to fax to this new doc.  Today I nearly had a melt down.  I had made an eye appt a month ago…they are extremely hard to come by.  I get there and turns out instead of the resident clinic I have been placed in the optometrist clinic.   In theory most medical students can see the optometrist but  this medical student has connective tissue that makes a tissue thin retina that may  rip itself to shreds one of these days.   Tomorrow is my last day of school and I am leaving the country the day after graduation.  So for the first time in my life I flash my ID and say YOU HAVE TO FIX THIS RIGHT NOW.  And they do because I am almost a doctor and I looked like I was going to cry.  They put me into the walk in emergency clinic. I walked back to the waiting room wondering why am I so unglued?

I go up to medical records and am greeted by a somewhat bored and dour clerk who seems seriously put out about the fact I want four years of records copied and released to me.   Why does this all have to be so difficult?

I packed all evening filling my boxes with dishes, glasses, pictures and books and pondering.  I then went downstairs and while I was folding my favorite pair of fuzzy pink PJs pants I had a moment of shocking clarity.   I DON’T WANT TO BE A FREAK SHOW ANYMORE.   Yes my doctors here don’t know Kniest Syndrome from RA half the time and its great. Because they do know medical students and fractures and chronic pain. They don’t parade me in front of every student, resident and fellow in the tri-state area.  That’s what I remember about being a child and going to the doctor being a complete freak show.  (never mind that in Feb I lived the dream and worked for the freak show as a medical student).  I like the anonymity of just being a young adult patient. I like that internists are not squealing over some weird genetic disease. I like how we solve my problems as a team because I know more about my diagnosis than they do. I know that’s bizarre and ridicilous but its true.

But its time of course me to suck it up and be grateful that I have the chance to have access to such good care and know that while the medical education system makes me feel like a freak show as a patient it is how I got to this point as a doctor.

Its a give and take situation.