Shooting for What I Want, Part 2October 1st 2007
How time flies! It has been more than a year since my last column, when I staked my claim in psychiatry. I planned to eschew the medical rat race and find my own little piece of medicine as it used to be, when doctors were doctors, nurses were nurses, and insurance salespeople were . . . salespeople. Should one read anything into the long delay between that column and this one? Absolutely! But I'll get to that.
I'm starting out. For 3 years in my Resident's Column, I've shared the excitement, frustration, and even outright anger that I experienced as a second-career psychiatry resident. Because I had completed a different residency years earlier, I was in the position to step back a bit and observe my experiences in a way that would have been impossible the first time around.