Friday 11 November 2011: 11.11.11
Ah, I love numbers.
Just watched Love & Other Drugs. Fitting, since I'm studying Parkinson's Disease... and since Melissa came to town this week and reminded me of all of my drug rep shenanigans from years gone by. I miss working. Melissa says I miss paychecks. (She's probably right.) I do remember my line of thinking when I was working in Portland: "I wish I was back in school because when you're done with an exam, you're done." .... or something along those lines. And now that I've been back in school for ... oh, 3 years now, I think, "I wish I was working so I could relax after 5pm.. and on weekends." And then I think back and realize, I worked until like 11pm every night filling out launchtrack analysis of my doctors and territory trends, writing up reports, planning events, scheduling dinners, lunches, appts -- and still never made my quotas. The grass is always greener, eh? Let's hope it's greener on this side -- the one I'm committed to.
But at the end of this road, I will be a doctor. And this is totally worth it. Dreaming of living where I want, designing a house that I would love to live in, planning dream vacations, saving the world one day at a time. It's been a rough few weeks, I need some solid reminders that there is a beautiful light at the end of this tunnel.
In desperate need of a vacation. Some quality time with some lime daquiris. Sunshine on my skin... Oh, I can totally get carried away right now. (Carry me away.)
I'm kinda bummed because my dad says that ophthalmology is not a good specialty to go into with all of the continuing medicare cuts. I just love the eye though. We'll see when the time comes, I guess. I would be open to another specialty if it came to it.
Rita, let's plan a trip to Roma. I know of a great hotel. And gelato. And shopping. And pasta.