I had a meaningful teleconference call with Steve Hansen and Michael Powe about our insurance issue with Group Health. I feel hopeful and am grateful for their interest. I worked on that some more as I prepared for my first patient.
Most of our days are spent as if we were holding on with both hands to the back of a speeding firetruck. We rarely get 15 minutes for lunch and when we do, I feel a little sick about it . . . worried about lost revenues.
Today, we had a new patient have to cancel at the last moment, opening up a 1 hour and 45 minute lunch. We couldn’t fill it from our waiting list. Our finances are in decent shape for once. The sun is out, the temps near 80 and . . . for the first time this season, I had my kayak on top of my Jeep and my paddling clothes in the trunk.
Years ago I fantasied that if I could create the perfect PA job, it would be my own headache clinic, on an island’s beach in the Pacific Northwest . . . where I could jump in my kayak at lunch and go for paddle and then back into the clinic for the afternoon patients. Today, that fantasy was realized. I grabbed an ice tea, threw my kayak in the water (the launch is about 25 feet from the front door of my clinic). I donned my paddling clothes and paddled out to were I had a full view of Mount Baker . . . heavily snow-clad where the fiery peak is still doing battle with winter.
It is peace, finally peace, after a year of hell. :>)
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I Knew this Day Would Come . . . Eventually.