Open House

Today was not an official working day, but my very energetic office mate put together an open house, so I spent the day getting my office in order, filing piles of paper, finishing up the billing for last month, vacuuming, dusting, buying hummus and pita bread and pistachio nuts for a kosher event, and finally networking with the visitors. I am realizing how senior I am amongst all the young clinicians. I have been practicing psychiatry for almost 30 years, so much longer than anyone else I encounter. I remember once being the youngest at every gathering. Suddenly I am the vintage one, the senior, older, wiser woman. Such a strange feeling.

I met with my former colleague Mimi to discuss our shared patients. It is odd to interact with her as if all was normal, knowing that my former billing person stole thousands of dollars from the practice and will likely never face any consequences. I wonder why no one does anything about it and why I don't make more of a fuss. I am squeamish about going to a lawyer, but I am curious about the process too.

We are gearing up to go on our journey to Peru. It is a working trip, I will be 'on' all the time, providing for the travelers, helping Eric, translating. But I am excited too, I love Lima and the jungle is always compelling. I feel lucky to have the opportunity.