|The early bird gets the worm, er, blueberry pie.|
It's only been a little over a month since I published my last blog post. It's not that I haven't had anything to write about. I haven't had the time, and that's sort of shaken my world a bit. For the past 2 1/2 years, I've had a pretty light schedule, giving anesthesia three days a week and having the rest of my time to do with as I pleased. Having a schedule like this isn't normal in my line of work.
|Being a physician is such hard work!|
Six months ago, I decided I'd had enough of being a landlord, so I put my rental house back on the market. The loss of rental income has been incredibly painful. Living paycheck to paycheck has sucked, and it's a position I never thought I'd see myself in when I first became a practicing physician.
|No explanation needed.|
The only bugaboo here is that I have to bring money to the closing table. Because I don't want to borrow against a credit card, I've had to shift gears from being lazy to modestly busy.
|My light morning reading. Coffee is mandatory.|
I'm feeling excited about the work-related changes going on in my life, despite the stressful and time-consuming logistics of securing malpractice insurance. My current job contract specifies that I must secure tail insurance coverage upon leaving the practice. With tail insurance running around $28,000, I've been engaged in negotiations with my new employer to cover my tail on their policy so I won't have to pay the premium.
|Chester, rescuing his fallen lens from a giant burrito.|
After months of upheaval and barely scraping by, I feel like I can exhale again. The weight of my domicile and malpractice albatrosses have been lifted. I've successfully avoided foreclosure, which at one point was a serious consideration. I'm entering a new phase in my career, one that will eventually lead to board-certification in pain medicine. My professional tail is covered. Even though I'll be working one extra day a week at my new job, my income is going up considerably, so I'll be able to splurge on a few of the little luxuries I've been missing, like pedicures and massages. My feet resemble those of a yeti. My shoulders and back are constantly knotted up from weight-lifting. My 52nd birthday's coming up on Friday, so I'll be giving myself a spa day this weekend for sure. Woot! Like the autumn leaves falling from the trees right now, everything's relaxing into place. It's about time.