As I sit here thinking about the last week, I have the window open anda thunderstorm has knocked out my satellite for the last few minutes. So, I am sitting here in semi-silence while the thunder peals and thelight show flashes outside. It's great thinking weather.
Once, as part of an exercise, we were posed the following question: What would you do if you had unlimited resources and could do anythingyou wanted? It was a part of a leadership and career planning seminar,and it was supposed to direct you to what you should consider for acareer.
My answer was that I would buy a house on the coast in the PacificNorthwest with a room overlooking the ocean where I could just sit andwrite all day. If no one would want to publish them, I would do itmyself, and then keep the collection for my own personal joy. And, that's how I chose Journalism as my major. I would get paid to write. Ofcourse, that was pre-blog, and pre-deciding I wanted to be a doctor.
Still, I think at some point in my life, I will probably consider joining the ranks of other physicians-turned-writers such as Michael Crichton or Robin Cook and write a number of books, or be like Lance Gentile and be a technical adviser and writer for a TV series. Who knows.
Anyway, I am down to my last 2 weeks of Geriatrics. I like my patients. I am learning about the management of disease which I can apply to future patients. I just don't like rounding and rounding forever.
So, that's it for now. Nine more shifts, and then it's over. I am actually looking forward to going back to Children's ED. At least there I feel like I can do something for my patients. Although, I have to admit, I don't know if the parents of patients are worse than I am finding the children of patients to be. But, I will leave that discussion for another day.