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My rich life is also right now.
I apprenticed into a subspecialty, did a back-door board (HMDC) and see patients, but am very niche. I negotiated a 0.8 FTE inpatient hospice gig where I only see the sickest of the sick. I have a mini ICU with no monitors. I palliate suffering and even though I stare death in the face every day, I read a healthy amount of Marcus Aurelius and Epictetus and try to, as Marcus would say, "do my job." My EM skills come in handy helping families with all the dynamics I used to see in the ER, magnified 100x, but I rarely have to tell a mother that her child has died because usually she already knows its coming. Are there long, hard days? Sure. But the bad days are nothing like a bad day in the pit. And the good days are short and sweet.
When I "retired" from EM, I had enough of a nest egg to walk away but I still had to grieve who I was. I also have the financial security to travel, and yep, I travel epically. My parents are still healthy enough to travel with me, and my whole family went to Spain and Morocco last year. We are doing a similar big trip this summer (except my sister can't come this time) but mom and dad, myself and my husband are going to start in London and follow the Western Front across Belgium and France, and then for grins, my brother and SIL are joining us for wine festivals in Germany, Oktoberfest and then a pilgrimage to Andechs to scatter more of my late brother's ashes. Because life IS short. And my stepkids are alright, and stepdaughter is expecting baby #2 this summer, and right now, the universe is ok. It might not be ok tomorrow, and if it isn't, we will roll with it then.
There is something to be said for a gratitude practice.
Of course, there is also something to be said for life experience and seeing all the awful things that can happen in an instant.
I apprenticed into a subspecialty, did a back-door board (HMDC) and see patients, but am very niche. I negotiated a 0.8 FTE inpatient hospice gig where I only see the sickest of the sick. I have a mini ICU with no monitors. I palliate suffering and even though I stare death in the face every day, I read a healthy amount of Marcus Aurelius and Epictetus and try to, as Marcus would say, "do my job." My EM skills come in handy helping families with all the dynamics I used to see in the ER, magnified 100x, but I rarely have to tell a mother that her child has died because usually she already knows its coming. Are there long, hard days? Sure. But the bad days are nothing like a bad day in the pit. And the good days are short and sweet.
When I "retired" from EM, I had enough of a nest egg to walk away but I still had to grieve who I was. I also have the financial security to travel, and yep, I travel epically. My parents are still healthy enough to travel with me, and my whole family went to Spain and Morocco last year. We are doing a similar big trip this summer (except my sister can't come this time) but mom and dad, myself and my husband are going to start in London and follow the Western Front across Belgium and France, and then for grins, my brother and SIL are joining us for wine festivals in Germany, Oktoberfest and then a pilgrimage to Andechs to scatter more of my late brother's ashes. Because life IS short. And my stepkids are alright, and stepdaughter is expecting baby #2 this summer, and right now, the universe is ok. It might not be ok tomorrow, and if it isn't, we will roll with it then.
There is something to be said for a gratitude practice.
Of course, there is also something to be said for life experience and seeing all the awful things that can happen in an instant.