Saturday, January 31, 2015

Going Home, wherever that is.

Home is sometimes an elusive concept for those who have spent many years in the military. My very own husband lived in 3 different countries during his Army brat childhood, which starkly contrasts to the 17 years I spend growing up in Western Maine. After nearly 8 years in Texas with the Army, I'm now trying to figure out where home is - or where home is supposed to be.

Civilian medicine sounds incredibly daunting. The hours, the call, the focus on RVUs! Where is the time for family? I need to take a step back from the medical life at this point - I want to be more mom than doctor right now. 

My paperwork was tentatively submitted to the powers that be this week to get me out of the Army. It appears that this will be a typical Army wild goose chase of unanswered voicemails and emails, strictly written procedures that turn out to be wrong, "oh no, Ma'am, you should have done that another way," the one clerk whose approval is needed being on perpetual leave, and other ridiculousness.  Do people stay in the Army indefinitely to avoid this? 

Interviews with various practices in Texas and Maine are coming up. I need to get my Texas medical license and figure out where my family is going to live for the next 10-20 years. How does one do that? Where is home when home has been an Army base for 8 years?

Thinking on:
The ridiculousness of the anti vaccine proponents, the measles outbreak, and why do I have med school classmates who buy into the anti vaccine woo?

My 3rd grader and her 3rd grader-ness as well as aversion to organized sports. 

The baby and her aversion for formula and naps. She's exclusively breast fed so far at 4.5 months. 

Our new nanny and the fact that our old one quit because we weren't giving her enough money or hours. 35 hours per week seems like enough for the new nanny. 
 
Taxes. If my husband waits until 14 April again this year to get me all of his W2s, I will lose my mind. 

How do I get a sports averse 8-year-old into sports when all the other 8-year-olds are practical elite athletes at this point?

I need to learn how to sew, apparently. Suturing with the instrument tie doesn't work when sewing badges onto a brownie Girl Scout vest.

Will I ever find a job and will we ever figure out where to live?