I Shouldn't Complain

I know I’ve used this blog to vent, to rant, to carry on. I’ve been accused to thinking I’m the center of the universe. And even though I am :), I realize that life is good, and that the choices I have made have been sound ones.

Take for example, my choice to go into the field of medicine. While I still contend that parents should never force their kids into the field if they don’t like it, and while I have no intention of steering my children towards a career in medicine, I certainly would not discourage them if it is something they are interested in. I, for one, can think of no nobler profession. We are healers, teachers, cheerleaders, friends. And while I sometimes complain about wearing all those hats, I cannot think of anything else I’d rather do. Except lounge on a beach somewhere with a fruity drink in my hand. But as a career, there’s nothing else.

I am also glad I decided to go into private practice. Again, there were definite benefits to being employed, to working in a faculty practice. The camaraderie, the educational experience, the steady paycheck…all good. But I love the independence of being on my own, of calling the shots; even though it can be nerve-racking and gut-wrenching. It can certainly be challenging, but “My Way” is more than a song I sing on my karaoke machine.

I’m glad I have my husband doing the billing. He comes to the office almost daily, he knows how hard I work, and he makes sure I get paid for it.

I apologize for all the rants. Last week was a bad one, I know. But, in reality, I wouldn’t have things any other way. Except I’d have it someplace warm and sandy.