It’s been 12 days since I wrote a post.
I would love to say I’m home resting having tea and toast.
Well I am not.. I’m at work wishing I was on a yacht.
No cool waters here just me dealing with patient’s illnesses and fears.
But I will write today because it takes my own anxiety away.
Thank you for reading if you did. I think that is rather splendid.
I’m an essential worker and lately my mornings are filled with meditations to motivate myself to leave the house. Now more places are opening making trains packed in the mornings. It is frightening since people don’t respect social distancing and some don’t wear masks. As a medical professional crowds like this is where viruses and bacteria love to dwell.
I ask myself if this profession is worth it especially now with me sacrificing my health and my time with family. Being a doctor isn’t what it used to be. We now have to abide by Health insurances and their rules. We have to fight to get medications and procedures approved only to have formularies change again in a few months. Patients yell at us when insurances won’t pay or the premium/co-pays are high. It is not our fault.
Well that’s me just venting. I have to remind myself that writing soothes my soul. I need to write daily even if no one will read it. It is my medicine. Namaste. Hugs from Brooklyn.
Sincerely Guady G