Heading into a recent Monday overnight shift, I was greeted by a six rig salute (six ambulances parked fender to fender in the ED drop-off lot). As is my custom, I bounded down the staircase from the physician parking lot taking two steps at a time.
I was psyching myself up for what was sure to be a whopper of a shift when I noticed a small, stooped figure inchworming her way to the hospital entrance using a walker. A wistful smile greeted me with a nostalgic nod of recognition.
"You're lucky you're able to do that. I used to be able to do that..."
We wished one another a good evening and went our separate ways.
There's a lot brewing in my mind right now, but none of it commits to paper without sounding maudlin or cliche, so let's leave it unsaid but appreciated.
Financial Literacy for The Newly Minted Physician