NaBloPoMo day #2
Once a long time ago, I practiced in an affluent community. I was definitely the country cousin coming to visit. I stood out just a little.
After I would drive an hour a half to start my clinic, the pretty mommies would sit in my office and shake their head and say while smiling,”Why Dr. Cason, you don’t want to live over there!”
I smiled a polite smile back and said I was doing okay. And I was.
My office was small and it was filled with the some of the usual professional families and sprinkled in there every once in a while was an indigent case. But the run of the mill was immersed in a lifestyle that was and still is so out of my league. I was in a little bit of awe. Of course I was saddened by the occasional teenager alone and sitting in my office while the well groomed and lovely mommy drank their Starbuck outside enjoying the fresh air.
I flinched when I saw that, but truth is it also looked pretty nice and I wouldn’t have minded trading places.
After a day long clinic of checking ears before a plane flight to an exotic location- they were always exotic. I don’t remember the flights to Ohio just the Cabo ones- I longed for a massage. I ached for lovely face creams to erase the fatigue. I wanted to sit along with them and drink a sip of my own latte and talk about our next vacation.
But I wasn’t there on the bench or wandering the farmer’s market or lunching. I was in an impossibly small room talking with very groomed and inappropriately dressed girls who admitted to stealing their parents alcohol. ..Woah! Wait a minute what did you say?
When I started I thought it was all ears before Cabo medicine but what I eventually found was that medicine was medicine and each subpopulation had their issues.
I didn’t last long- the drive killed me. But I miss it all the same. The patients and peek into a world so different from my own.
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NaBloPoMo day #2
Once a long time ago, I practiced in an affluent community. I was definitely the country cousin coming to visit. I stood out just a little.
After I would drive an hour a half to start my clinic, the pretty mommies would sit in my office and shake their head and say while smiling,”Why Dr. Cason, you don’t want to live over there!”
I smiled a polite smile back and said I was doing okay. And I was.
My office was small and it was filled with the some of the usual professional families and sprinkled in there every once in a while was an indigent case. But the run of the mill was immersed in a lifestyle that was and still is so out of my league. I was in a little bit of awe. Of course I was saddened by the occasional teenager alone and sitting in my office while the well groomed and lovely mommy drank their Starbuck outside enjoying the fresh air.
I flinched when I saw that, but truth is it also looked pretty nice and I wouldn’t have minded trading places.
After a day long clinic of checking ears before a plane flight to an exotic location- they were always exotic. I don’t remember the flights to Ohio just the Cabo ones- I longed for a massage. I ached for lovely face creams to erase the fatigue. I wanted to sit along with them and drink a sip of my own latte and talk about our next vacation.
But I wasn’t there on the bench or wandering the farmer’s market or lunching. I was in an impossibly small room talking with very groomed and inappropriately dressed girls who admitted to stealing their parents alcohol. ..Woah! Wait a minute what did you say?
When I started I thought it was all ears before Cabo medicine but what I eventually found was that medicine was medicine and each subpopulation had their issues.
I didn’t last long- the drive killed me. But I miss it all the same. The patients and peek into a world so different from my own.