Monday, October 6, 2008

Doctor versus Daddy




So this past week my wife needed a break from the children and I took a day to be a dad. Now, the majority of my day is spent with patients, and afterward I had quite a bit of time to think about my day and compare it to my usual day. What I found was that there are some ironies and contradictions that are amusing, insightful, and incredulous. I hope you enjoy these series of realizations from my time of reflection.


My kids require my input for their health and safety.

My patients request my input for their health and safety.



My kids love McDonalds.

My patients, apparently, love McDonald's food (see previous blog).



My kids require verbal discipline for their normal development as people.

My patients require verbal discipline for their normal development as people.

I will pay if I don't give my kids advice and direction.

My patients pay me for my advice and direction.


My kids listen to my advice and take it to heart.

Many of my patients rarely listen to my advice and take it to heart.


I can spank my kids to get their attention and make my point.

My patients can fire me for making my point.


If my kids don't like what I have to say, tough. They still have to live with me.

If my patients don't like what I have to say, tough. They can fire me.


My kids love and accept me no matter what I do or don't do for them.

My patients accept me based on what I do for them.


My kids don't freely discuss bathroom business.

My patients readily and frequently discuss bathroom business.

My kids see another doctor.

I wish some patients would see another doctor.


My kids know which chair in the house is mine.

My patients in the office don't know which chair in the room is mine.


My office at home is a mess.

My office at work is a mess.


My kids smile when they see me and greet me with a hug.

My patients are apathetic when they see me and greet me with a list.

My kids go outside and get exercise when advised.

My patients don't go get exercise when advised.

My kids wash their hands before leaving the bathroom.

My patients, well...sometimes its a flush with an immediate door opening.

My kids don't text people and talk on the phone while I'm talking to them.

My patients do text and talk on the phone while I'm with them.

My nanny at home is my wife.

My nanny at work is my nurse.

I eat chocolate at home for comfort when my kids don't pilfer it.

I eat chocolate at work for comfort and readily pilfer it.

I am appropriately responsible for my kids behavior and actions.

I am inappropriately held responsible for my patients behaviors and actions.

Okay, so maybe this sounds a little synical. I do have to admit that spending the day as the primary care provider for my kids was very rewarding because I could see the payoff for the investment of time, which is not always true at the office. Medicine has become extremely frustrating, as I will detail in a future blog. I however, have a desire and drive to continue in the quest to help people, and a great appreciation for what my wife does day in and day out. I could not do it and understand why a sigh of relief occasionally occurs when I walk in the door in the evening. She is a great woman, a better person than I, who is making a true difference in this world by raising our children correctly while I struggle to do the same with adults at the office.

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