Like a woman who has been pregnant and gone through delivery and postpartum, I wanted to tell her the truth about how emotions get changed in practice and how the emotions become physical ailments at times. I wanted to tell her birthing and raising a baby isn’t always lavender and lace. When I started practice ten years ago, I would hear the seniors talk about taking call and traveling from office to hospitals and how a high census was draining their “old bodies.” I felt like a fresh packet of Pop Rocks. I rolled my eyes and asked to double the load for side money. I had a one-year-old son then, and he was built to be my daughter.
My wife was supportive, and my soul was intact. Never did I see an end to my stamina. Four years later I dug deep I had proudly and nobly crafted a practice based on individuals and their specific needs. They came often desperate to have someone hear them.…
