I'm kneeling next to Baxter examining his toe. Baxter is a sweet old pit mix that is patiently letting me hold his foot as I stare at an ugly tumor that is growing from his nail bed. The growth is bleeding and the owner had it wrapped in a make shift bandage. I'm doing all… Continue reading Yes, I’m the doctor. How I navigate moments of discrimination from my clients.
Dear Receptionist, I swear I don't hate you. I don't find you annoying. I don't think you are (insert whatever horrible thing you think about yourself here). The truth is, that I absolutely know that you are doing the best you can in this moment. I absolutely know that you have one of the most… Continue reading An open letter to my receptionists
My mind was whirling. I was feeling a combination of enlightenment and horror that presented itself as the single statement that popped out of my mouth, "holy crap!!!" The realization I had just made was that I had come to a place in my life where I was using my work to fill all of… Continue reading The holy crap moment you need if work is all you do. My struggle with my needs. Part 1