Year after year, I have seen resolution after resolution fall by the wayside. We always start the new year with the best of intentions, but, more often than not, our perfectionism gets the best of us. We inevitably fall off the wagon, then, once off, tend to wallow in the mud. I will say that I have not been perfect, but instead of wallowing, I have picked myself up and tried to be better. Since starting my new regimen, I have lost 15 pounds, 6 inches from my waist, and 4 inches from my hips. I also ran in my very first 5K (boy, is my body pissed off about that one!) So my resolution for 2010, is much the same as every other year. To be a better mother, doctor, friend, and person. But this time, when I inevitably fail, I won't give up on myself as a lost cause. I will dust off and persevere. I know I can do this, and so can you. 2010 is going to be a great year, and I hope to be able to share more stories with all of you.
I am six months into my new position, and I cannot believe the difference. I am still working very hard when I am at work, but when I come home, I am home! I see my kids, we do normal family-type things. We have *plans* each weekend! The days that I am on call, I expect to stay in the hospital, but luckily, those days only come one week day per week and one weekend per month. The past four years are becoming more of a dim and distant memory. I have no idea how I did it, besides sheer adrenaline. I remembered that when I thought that I might die in the last mile of the 5K that Mr. Whoo and I ran together. If I can survive those 4 years of stress, I can survive a measly 3.1 miles.
Recently, I discovered that a woman that I know from college is a patient of our Ob/Gyn practice. This is a bit of a sticky-wicket for me ethically. We weren't the closest of friends in college, but we knew one another well, she is my face.boo.k friend, etc. I find myself worried to death that something will go wrong with her pregnancy, and that she will feel like it is my fault. So far all is going well, and she is excited that I am part of the group taking care of her. I, however, am petrified. The closest thing I have come to before was being a physician for the nurses with whom I worked in the hospital. At least they knew me as a professional *before* becoming my patient! Anyone else out there with advice on how to handle being a physician for someone who knew you before you became a doctor?
P.S. Whoever keeps commenting with Asian characters/links/advertisments, would you please CUT IT OUT? I will not publish these comments, and they are cluttering up my message feed. Ugh.