Retirement Update @ 8 months
A fulfilling retirement requires planning. It will not happen spontaneously or when treated as an extended vacation. And I want to get this right the first time…
A fulfilling retirement requires planning. It will not happen spontaneously or when treated as an extended vacation. And I want to get this right the first time…
I choose the Somerville Community Path – Minuteman Bikeway as I appreciate the certainty of knowing that I will see sufficient greenery and/or beauty to ensure that I will feel better when I arrive home.
A 75 minute morning bike ride from Bedford to Boston following a bike path compressed into an 8 minute music video.
A cyclist and a nesting turtle cross paths on the Minuteman Bikeway. The turtle teaches the man a lesson in humility.
I retired early from the profession I loved because the devolution of the healthcare system made it impossible for me to provide care to my patients in a manner which met my standards. Unfortunately the resultant “moral injury” left me leery of again getting involved with our healthcare system.
I have always loved math and physics, especially when they become obvious in nature.
Three months into retirement there have been some hits and some misses. My mantra remains “It is now our time.”
If we hope to improve the healthcare of all Americans we must redirect funding away from the CHIPHIT complex and toward entities that prioritize a high quality, low cost, egalitarian healthcare system.
I have always been intrigued by engagement stories. Mine is notable for “I will call you back,” twice.
I adopted woodworking as a hobby because it provided a creative outlet and a way to clear my mind from the stress of taking care of patients…
I am honored you trusted me to be your physician and thank you for allowing me to be part of your life.
Hiking the solitude of the Alaskan backcountry induced a moment of cognitive clarity.
I want to thank my patients for choosing me to be their physician and for sharing with me the joys and tribulations that life throws at all of us. It was an honor to have been your physician.
When I was within a few feet of passing on their left they veered in-front of me, forcing me to swerve behind them and to the right, and into the puddle.