Happy Doctors Day
Apparently it’s Doctor’s Day again. March 30. A rehab facility sent the clinic some cookies or I wouldn’t have known. Our regular staff are all out of the office for training. I remember getting a caramel covered apple last year for Doctor’s Day. I never had time to eat it and it got thrown out when I moved. It’s ironic, really. Last year at this time I was a week away from moving here. I was being accused by a sheriff of some very illegal things and was hiring a lawyer, plus dealing with moving guilt for leaving my patients. I thought several times on that terrible day how NEXT year Doctor’s Day was going to be different. I’d be a happy doctor, in a friendly office, with a bright future, maybe even get some stupid cheapskate gift from the hospital system to make fun of.
It sure doesn’t feel any better.
