I woke up every day at 4:30 AM, “ate” my coffee for breakfast, ran out the door, and started my rapid-fire day of running around seeing all my patients, with barely any time to give them meaningful personal attention.
I didn’t have time to eat meals, lived on coffee and candy (for the sugar rush) and always felt like I was running behind.
By the end of each stressful work day, I’d still have 15-20 undone charts, a bunch of phone calls and emails I needed to return, and labs to check—but I needed to leave the office to take care of my kids.
My husband and I would sit on the couch, more like roommates than a romantic couple, as I would continue with paperwork, and calling patients. We’d rapid-fire assign each other tasks for the house and the kids.
And when I was so tired I could not even keep my eyelids up, I’d pass out, usually around 11 PM – to get a few hours of sleep before the insane cycle started again the next morning.
I was at the point where I wanted to give up on medicine altogether.
I loved helping my patients — but I hated my job, and I just could just not stand this crazy lifestyle any longer.
But, I had major debt, and crazy bills, and felt like I had no other qualifications beyond medicine. I felt trapped, and hopeless.
My husband and I took a step back and put a plan in place to take my life back.