I work with two other female physicians. I am sooooo grateful to have them around but there are days I may never see or speak to them, even though we work every single day under the same roof.
What’s worse is we get so wrapped up in taking care of other people we forget to take care of ourselves.
So we started a few months ago reserving a time once a month to go have lunch together. We block our schedules so we don’t feel rushed to go back and see patients and do our best to ensure no other meetings impose themselves on our time.
We talk about the office. We talk about our lives away from the office. We eat tacos and queso fundido and chips and salsa… And we bitch.
It is incredibly helpful.
For years I have felt that even though I love the fall and winter as a season, this is the time of year that my job satisfaction plummets. I have started to feel it creeping in on me again this year ever since that first North wind blew in. This is when I start looking for new jobs or fantasizing about quitting medicine altogether…
I was starting to think that perhaps I have seasonal affective disorder, that maybe there is something wrong with me biochemically. Do I need to be medicated perhaps?
But, no! No, no, NO!
Yesterday one of the other lady-docs admitted she feels the same way each year and she has already felt it creeping in on her now, too. The volume of the clinic seems to correlate. More patients means more stress and means that the little things that don’t work right feel like mountains rather than mole hills.
It feels fantastic to find you are not alone. We may all be crazy but misery loves company.
So thank you, ladies. Thank you for helping me feel human. I love working (and lunching) with you both!