Joya in General

For the last year, every three weeks I had the privilege to sojourn to the other side of town to the hospital in which I was born.

Luckily work allows a fair amount of flexibility regarding medical issues. My boss gave me the contact information to the HR person responsible for medical related absences.
Luckily, I have not needed to reach out to HR. I calculated I could handle it. So far so good although it has been a rough year. Feeling like shit half the time is not very much fun.

The purpose of these trips being chemotherapy. Three-part appointments. The first is with a nurse who does the vitals and blood draw, amazing how fast labs come back these days.

The second is with a provider and I have 5 NPs in rotation. The purpose of the first two appointments is the medical establishment ensuring they are not killing me.

The third is the actual infusion.

I’ve been doing this for so long that I know everyone, and everyone knows me.

For the third appointment you sit in a waiting room until a CNA takes you in and gets you situated. Then your RN du jour takes over. Again about 5 in rotation.

You never know who is assigned you, I like them all. But I have taken to thinking “Please be Joya, please be Joya, please be Joya!”

Joya is a beauty, and so sweet. I imagine every one of her patients fall for her at least a little bit. I certainly have.

All I know about her is she lives in my town, has a grown son, has family in Florida.

She reminds me of Sara Evans in the 90s.

I am supposed to be out of the crush period of my life but the hamster wheel between my ears spins.

I’m off to Texas in two weeks, the following week I have my 17th and final infusion. On the way there I’m thinking “Please be Joya, please be Joya, please be Joya.”

There’s no good way to figure out how to approach her outside being a patient, plus I am 62 and she is mid 40s max.

But yesterday she stretched and arched her back and through the scrubs I caught a glimpse. Oh my god what a body.