A Report from the After-Medicine Wilderness

How is this whole leaving medicine thing going?

I often worry about how to make enough money. I wonder if I can figure this out. I doubt myself, ponder if I made a mistake. Fear pulses shake me from sleep, followed by flashes of relief when I consider a return to medicine, which would keep the lights on and pay the student loans numbering in the hundreds of thousands. There’s security. There’s certainty. It’s something akin to a warm blanket on a cold night in the woods. For a long time, accepting that blanket was instinct. Second nature.