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Broken - almost

 After 30 some odd years in medicine, few things have broken me down to tears.  There are times when I get teary - those are usual events especially in what I call a terminal appointment.  The patients know this will be their last visit, and have come to say goodbye and thank you.   I get to know my patients, and in family medicine I know their families. I know who they are related to - we share stories, and life events all the time.  A new dog or cat - the phones come out and pictures are shown around.  New children, grand children, the same.  The patients rejoice in our team’s lives as well.  We get asked how the soccer game went last night of one of the staff’s children, how did the other nurse’s sheep place in the state fair, etc.   After so many years, the practice has become a community - and in a way family.  In our clinic there are no barriers - we don’t care what race, religion, or belief system they have.  We are the safe ...
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The Ides of March

 No, today is not the ides of march, that is tomorrow. Today is actually Pi day which is cool all on its own.   But the middle of March is relevant to me in many ways.   In late February 1992, I walked into my supervisor’s office and said - ‘Beware the Ides of March’ - he had no clue what I was referring to (not even the Shakespeare reference) - so my next sentence was ‘the middle of March is my last day, I quit”.   I was in a job that was never my idea, the technology was changing so fast that I would have had to go back to school to keep up and stay relevant.  While I was good at what I did, I actually found the work tedious and simple.  Telecom/data management/systems engineering was not my forte. In early 1992 I made the decision to jump out of a career field I had no interest in to completely change my life.  I had spent the past 2 years applying to medical schools. The first year was of denials, I think they thought I was a housewife that suddenl...
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Friday the 13th

 Busy day.  Birthday wishes, condolences, and other sundry greetings to all.  
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Nice thing about getting older….

 Saw an article a bit ago about aging, regarding women and how attitudes change over time.   Apparently after the age of 60 or so, single professional women hit what is called the ‘FuckAll’ phase of life.   The more I thought about it the more I liked the concept and realized how true it was.  No drama, no trauma.  The past is as it is, and is just the step stones which placed me where I am today.   It is very freeing to lose baggage.  I enjoy just taking the day as it comes.  In these times I need it.  I no longer care if bots and headless chrome or whatever it is called pokes their noses into my journal.  Nothing to see here for them.  Only what matters to me.  I have about 10 journals…I have to consolidate them I always say I will…just doesn’t happen.  Too busy with work and family I guess.  oh well. Time for bed. Feels good to journal again. 
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