It was my last day at work today - and potentially the last day I work as a pharmacist. It's such an odd feeling - I've been looking forward to this day for well, ten weeks now. Not because I hate my workplace - no, far from that. I leapt into work straight away after exams and I'm just looking forward to a proper break.
Anyway, it was a good day to finish on - busy enough to be occupied, but not frantic. And no annoying scripts to figure out or call doctors up about. I got to say goodbye to a few special people who came in, but this - this tops the cake:
During my intern year, I had to do this massive assignment where I had to go and interview a patient about their regular medicines and see if there was any issues and what improvements I could suggest with regards to their current regimen. I saw this lady and spent three hours at her place chatting away to her (this was when I was still fairly frightened of patients and before I learnt how to politely extract myself). So, since then I hadn't seen her and that was that. But today of all days, she comes in with a query about an injury she sustained and out of the three pharmacists that could've gone out to see her, the shop girl came and asked me. Of course, the lady didn't recognise me when I went out because it was nearly three years ago that I talked to her, but honestly, it was such a strange moment. It was like God was like, "Oh hey - this is the proper way to close this particular chapter in your life".
It could not have been a more apt ending.
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