Well, dammit! I just completed a lengthy message to you, Dr. wastoute and dammit, dammit, somehow it vanished. Not certain which damn key I mistakenly hit. Sheeeesh.
I want you to know that I thoroughly enjoyed reading your very interesting and very entertaining account of your journey into the medical profession. I must take issue with you when you state that you don’t think you’re a good doctor because you’re not rich. I have some experience in that aspect, given that I’m a very bereaved widow of a very prominent doctor who was not “doctor rich.” LOL. It would be a fallacy and an injustice to measure his goodness or his acumen, knowledge, high-profile patients or his successes by his material wealth or bank accounts. Those things mattered little to him. Yes, he loved his Porsche-Carrera (did I spell that correctly?) but that was about “it.” LOL.
Mine NEVER played gold either and he always started his day by going to Mass before going to his office. Of course hospital rounds were earlier.
Blessings!
P.S. Good thing *you* calmed down Staten Island!
You might think about attending a nice Mass today, yourself.
Sorry. Bad experience with one doctor doesn’t excuse attacking another.
Insomnia and pain put me in foul mood but I should stay off the board during those times if it affects my posts.
On tap for 1am mass at Holy Child. If i’m not thrown 20 feet away when I get near the door.
Sorry to hear of your separation from your better half. I know you are comforted in the assurance of reuniting. Dp is just having a bad day, as he says and I probably should have just left it alone but as I responded privately, self discipline is my short suit in recent years as I played those cards long ago.
Medicine is an art, not a science. When n=1 there is no science. In many cases people expect too much but we seem to encourage it. But think about it, doctors get sick and die, too, as you experienced.
Say “ hi” for me when you are in His Presence at Mass.