In fact it's not so much that she warned me, but she feared for me. I remember her being terrified when I want to go into medicine - because it sounds like a big scary career that consumes your life, and your free time, and you whole being.
I've been very happy with the way it consumes my being. I LOVE my job. Love love love. Love to the point that I sit with a childish grin on my face all day long because it makes me SO happy to be there.
But....
That being said....
Some days it does consume my life and my free time in a less than desirable way. Yesterday I was on home call. This generally means that you go into the hospital for a while, and go back whenever they need you, but between times you can relax at home. I figured I would work for a while, go home for some lunch, do some groceries, and then go back to the hospital in the evening if they needed me. Ha. Fat chance. Round about 4am when I was finally on my way home (having had two brief naps at home during the day, but no time or energy for anything else) I realized that Easter was not going to happen at my house this year. I had no groceries for a meal, and no energy to drive to my cousins for what I know would have been a scrumptious feast of gourmet deliciousness.
I know that a holiday is not defined by a certain meal. But when you can't have your family, or your friends, or your home town, or your church, you do find yourself clinging to the one thing left - your comfort food.
I contemplated the kraft dinner in my cupboard. Not acceptable. I tried to talk myself into some Thai food....but sadly I was deceived by the package picture. It showed a lovely steaming bowl of rice noodles. The end result looked a bit more like bath water with noodles that never softened up. Definitely not edible.
I mean let's be honest here. I don't really like change. I like excitement, and adventure, but I get my nose out of joint when things change. I hate when things are over. I nearly cried when I took my last chloroquine and realized my last bug bites had healed from Honduras. So I don't like admitting that the days of family holidays and big meals around the table are not realistic anymore.
Maybe its just the grumpiness talking. Maybe I'll have easter in April instead.
The days of family holidays and big meals around the table become so much more precious and have to be planned further ahead and still may be disrupted but they do still happen ;-)
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