It's decided. I'm definitely canceling my beloved medical contracts and opening Italian translation contracts. The move calls for it, and by not having to deal with land lines and dollars, I will be able to rely on the security and flexibility of emails and Euros.
Translate away from a coffee shop in Rome? Hey!
As I take the last medical calls, all week I've been admiring outside my window a proud peach tree that once stretched it's arms to heaven but had recently began to look a bit tired and it's busy arms now touched the ground with the weight of ripe fruit. How can a tree give so much fruit? So much that when the sun sets the peach scent filters through my curtains.
I've continued with my busy days not minding the hundreds of peaches staring at me daily. Today's view was not as pleasant and I stood there frozen. The tree gave in and one of the 3 main branches snapped in half with the weight! A simple stick would have saved the tree and would have given us years of fruit!
With guilt, we picked up all the fruit from the wounded branch and gave it away to grateful relatives and neighbors.
Phone rings, I must take a call. I find myself speaking to a patient about her discharge from the hospital. After a long set of instructions, I ask her if there are any stress factors that might hinder her recovery.
The line grew quiet, and I could sense that I had touched a sensitive subject.
In between muffled sobs she whispers that her daughter passed away in a car accident and left an orphaned toddler for the grand-parents to raise, but her husband had also been injured and was bed-ridden and paralyzed. She had lost a daughter, her husband couldn't work anymore, and she now must manage to raise a toddler as her health needed tending as well.
There are resources available to you, you know? We could send a nurse to help you with house chores, cooking, and your husband's care. We could schedule therapy for you, this is hard! You have a big load and you need all the help you can get!
She fakes an optimistic tone and answers back "I'm fine thank you, I really rather not talk about this; I don't want to think about it. Have you called the prescription to the pharmacy?".
Yes, it's ready. Remember that help is just a phone call away, okay?
Thank you, I don't need more help.
...and I look out at the peach tree.
I don't want to stare at another branch give too much until it snaps, but what more can one do?
Working my way through med school doesn't sound so difficult anymore...