Opening my own practice is probably the only good thing about this whole situation. My father-in-law had a setback the other day and got disoriented, then violent. My wife called me at the office in tears, begging me to come home and help. Since I don’t have any patients yet, it wasn’t a problem. But I am concerned about what happens if I am in the middle of a procedure. Some surgeries take a significant amount of time, and once a patient has anesthesia, I cannot just get called away.
I talked to Marco, my mother-in-law’s next door neighbor. He has been their neighbor for years and knows both my mother and father in law fairly well. He’s also familiar with the situation. He is a fairly large and strong guy. I talked to him about the situation. He already knew a little of what has been happening. Since he only works part time, he offered to be of service if things get out of hand again. This was a tremendous weight off my shoulders. The plan is for me to schedule surgeries only on the days that he is home, and the ladies know to go to him on those days. We made a large calendar of the dates so everyone knows what they are and we gave Marco a copy. Maybe I am being optimistic, working around non-existent patients and their unscheduled procedures, but we are in this for the long haul. I want to have a plan in place so that I don’t ever have to worry about what is going on at the house.
The office is the only place that I feel like my old self. I have my staff ready to go. Everyone starts next week. I have all the furniture in and installed. All the consultations and follow ups will be done here, and the actual procedures at a surgery just a bit down the street. Tamara made up some flyers and had them printed—she’s always been better than me at graphic design type stuff—and also ordered me some really nice business cards.
It’s a far cry from the state-of-the-art facility I worked at before but is slowly starting to look like a fully functioning and legitimate doctor’s office. It is hard not to be excited about that. My own office. The appointment calendar is a little bare at the moment, but we do have some appointments scheduled, so there’s something. I want to be busy but not too busy, if that makes sense. I want to be able to help out the family—that’s why I’m here, after all—in both a monetary and physical sense. Right now I am skewing a little too far to the presence side, as I’m home a little too much and stepping on toes, but I don’t want to get so busy here I neglect my duties as a husband and caregiver. I guess it is all about balance. Hopefully, it won’t be too hard to find the right ratio.