Imagine you had one of those hectic clinic days where while working on the plan of one patient your pager was going off incessantly; so while answering these pages about ten other different patients, you happened to glance over your outlook and had to reply to urgent emails ASAP about ten other patients from your referring physicians, your nurse, your resident. In the meantime, a physicist came by to ask you to check a plan, then a therapist came by to ask you to sign another plan and while signing, the front desk clerk came by with a stack of paper for you to go through and the resident was right behind the clerk to discuss another case. Meanwhile the phone was ringing off the hook when you were not on it.
While you played the “Whack-a-Mole” game, you still had twenty charts sitting on your shelf from twenty other patients that you needed to do paperwork on. People were breathing down your neck about why those paperwork weren’t taken care of already. Patients were piling up in the clinic, waiting to see you. You worked through lunch, through the first tidal wave of colleagues leaving, then the second wave.
You looked down at your watch and grumbled to yourself, “I’d better leave now if I want to get those groceries that my family needs and spend some meaningful time with my family.” You logged out.
You walked out of the hospital and take a deep breath. It was the first deep breath you took all day. You looked up and the deep shade of blue and shadows and stars greeted you. You exhale. You appreciate the fact that you get to go home. You are not in a hospital bed. You have a loving home. A beautiful family. You get your priorities straight. You quicken your steps.