excites me. Something that offers a large group of people medical services they might not otherwise get. Something that will help an entire country improve its standard of care.”
“There’s nothing I can do to change your mind?” her dad asked, sounding as if the wind had finally been knocked out of his sails.
Juliette shook her head. “No, Dad. There’s not. I’ve been looking into the details of my new position for weeks now, and I’m truly convinced this is something I want to do at this point in my life.”
“Well, I’m going to leave your position open for a while. Staff it with a temp, in case you get to Costa Rica and decide your new job isn’t for you. That way, you’ll have a place to come back to, just in case.”
Her dad was a handsome, vital man, and she hoped that once she was gone, and he didn’t have anybody else to depend on, he might actually go out and get a life for himself. Maybe get married. Or travel. Or sail around the world the way he used to talk about when she was a little girl. In some ways, Juliette felt as if she’d been holding him back. She still lived with him, worked with him, was someone to keep him company when no one else was around. It was an easy way for both of them but she believed that so much togetherness had stunted them both. She didn’t date, hadn’t dated very much as a whole, thanks to her work commitments, and she’d certainly never gone out and looked for employment outside of what her father had handed her.
Yes, that was all easy. But now it was over. It was time for her to move on. “If I do come back to Indianapolis in the future, I won’t be coming back to Memorial because I don’t think it’s a good idea that we work together anymore. We need to be separate, and if I’m here at Memorial that’s not going to happen.”
“Is this about something I’ve done to you, Juliette?” he asked, sounding like a totally defeated man.
“No, Dad. It’s about something I haven’t done for myself.” And about everything she wanted to do for herself in the future.
* * *
One month down, and so far she was enjoying her new job. She’d had the opportunity to interview sixteen potential candidates for open positions in various hospitals. Seven doctors, three registered nurses, three respiratory therapists, a physical therapist and two X-ray technicians, one of whom specialized in mammograms. And there were another ten on her list for the upcoming two weeks. The bonus was, she loved Costa Rica. What she’d seen of it so far was beautiful. The people were nice. The food good. The only thing was, her lifestyle was a bit more subdued than what she was used to. She didn’t have a nice shiny Jaguar to drive, but a tiny, used compact car provided by the agency. And her flat—not exactly luxurious like her home back in Indiana, but she was getting used to smaller, no-frills quarters and cheaper furniture. It was a drastic lifestyle change, she did have to admit, but she was doing the best she could with what she had.
Perhaps the most drastic change, though—the one thing she hadn’t counted on—was that she missed direct patient care in a big way. She’d reconciled herself to experiencing some withdrawal before she’d come here, but what she’d been feeling was overwhelming as she’d never considered that stepping away from it would take such an emotional toll on her. But it had. She was restless. When she didn’t stop herself, her mind wandered back to the days when she’d been involved directly in patient care. And it wasn’t that she didn’t like her job, because she did, and she had no intention of walking away from it. But she could physically, as well as emotionally, feel the lack in herself and she was afraid it was something that was only going to continue growing if she didn’t find a fix for it.
“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” Cynthia Jurgensen, her office mate as well as her roommate, asked her. Like Juliette, Cynthia was a medical recruiter. Her recruitment area was the Scandinavian countries, as she had a heritage there. And, like Juliette, Cynthia had experienced the thrill of being called to a new adventure.
“Well, the note I found posted on the internet says the scheduling is flexible, so I’m hoping to work it out that I can commute in Friday night after I leave work here, and come home either late Sunday night or early Monday morning, before I’m due back on this job.”
“But it’s in the jungle, Juliette. The jungle!”
“And it’s going to allow me to be involved with direct patient care again. I’m just hoping it’s enough to satisfy me.”
“Well, you can do whatever you want, but leave me here in the city, with all my conveniences.”
San José was a large city, not unlike any large city anywhere. Juliette’s transition here had been minimal as she really hadn’t had time to get out and explore much of anything. So maybe her first real venture out, into the jungle of all places, was a bit more than most people would like, but the only thing Juliette could see was an opportunity to be a practicing doctor again. A doctor by the name of Damien Caldwell had advertised and, come tomorrow, she was going to go knocking on his door.
* * *
“Could you get one of the volunteers to take the linens home and wash them?” Damien asked Alegria. The hospital’s sheets and pillowcases were a motley assortment, most everything coming as donations from the locals. “Oh, and instruct Rosalita on the particulars of a mechanical diet. I’m admitting Hector Araya later on, and he has difficulty chewing and swallowing since he had his stroke, so we need to adjust his diet accordingly.”
Back in Seattle, Damien’s workload never came close to anything having to do with linens and food but here in Bombacopsis, everything in the hospital fell under his direct supervision. This morning, for instance, during his one and only break for the day, he’d even found himself fluffing pillows and passing out cups of water to the five patients now admitted. He didn’t mind the extra work, actually. It was just all a part of the job here. But he wondered if having another trained medical staffer come in, at least part-time, would ease some of the burden. That was why, when he’d gone to Cima de la Montaña last week to mail his letter to Daniel, he’d found a computer and posted a help-wanted ad on one of the local public sites.
Low pay, or possibly no pay.
Lousy hours and hard work.
Nice patients desperately in need of more medical help.
That was all his ad said, other than where to find him. No phone service. Come in person.
OK, so it might not have been the most appealing of ads. But it was honest, as the last thing he wanted was to have someone make that long trek into the jungle only to discover that their expectations fell nowhere within the scope of the position he was offering.
“There’s a woman outside who says she wants to see you,” Alegria said as she rushed by him, her arms full of bedsheets, on her way to change the five beds with patients in them.
“Can’t one of the volunteers do that for you?” Damien asked her. “Or Dr. Perkins?”
“Dr. Perkins is off on a house call right now, and I have only two volunteers on today. One is cleaning the clinic, and the other is scrubbing potatoes for dinner. So it’s either you or me and, since the woman outside looks determined to get in, I think I’ll change the sheets and leave that woman up to you.”
“Fine,” Damien said, setting aside the chart he’d been writing in. “I’ll go see what she wants. Is she a local, by the way?”
Alegria shook her head. “She’s one of yours.”
“Mine?”
