Posts Tagged ‘trekking poles’

Back to Small Town Friendly, Canadian Polite

December 7, 2017

We had a short, boring flight

In Prince George we stayed over night

Though the sky turned quite black

It’s good to be back

The laughter and warmth bring delight.

Synopsis: I’m a Family Practitioner from Sioux City, Iowa. In 2010 I danced back from the brink of burnout, and honoring a 1 year non-compete clause, traveled and worked in out-of-the-way places in Alaska, Nebraska, Iowa, and New Zealand. I followed 3 years Community Health Center work with a return to traveling and adventures in temporary positions in Alaska, rural Iowa, suburban Pennsylvania and western Nebraska. A month in the Arctic followed a month in Iowa followed 3 months in British Columbia, to which we have returned. Any identifiable patient information has been included with permission.

We waited in the boarding lounge in Vancouver for our next flight north, and fell to talking with fellow passengers. One has retired, and I asked what he does in his spare time.

His wife has volunteered at the hospital for 50 years, he said, and he visits her on the days she does. He also farms, raising hay in the summer. As I have farm land, and have worked with farmers, I very much wanted to know how many cuttings of hay he gets in a year.

“One,” he said. And in the exceptional year when he tries to get two, the next year’s yield suffers.

He also told me about his medical problems. While the rules of confidentiality don’t apply to airport conversations, I don’t like to write about anyone without permission.

The sun set while we chatted, and we boarded in the long twilight.

The flight was short and boring, the best kind.

We stayed over night and the next day hit the mall.  In general we don’t like shopping between Thanksgiving and Christmas because of insane crowds and impossible parking. Without a checked bag, though, we lacked critical items. I hoped to make up for my lack of a parka with a sweater, and we’ve found trekking poles almost as necessary as cleats when walking on ice.

And the grocery store in our target small town couldn’t hope to match the price or selection of Costco.

We got a great clearance price on a cooler.

Then we drove north on roads clear in the sun and snow packed in the shade, always alert for black ice and moose.

We got our old hotel room back. We unpacked and lunched at the Chinese restaurant, then I strolled to the clinic just before closing.

The laughter, warmth, and high physician morale enveloped me when I walked in. I grinned for a lot of reasons: small town friendly, Canadian polite, great nurses and support staff, and the special magic of this particular group.