Docs

Where have I been?

Knocked on my butt the last two weeks with a flu and strep throat, that's where.

Not for 4-5 years have I been laid up like that by viruses and bacteria. 

And then the first doc (the ER doc, since I rushed to an ER when I woke up with my throat almost swollen shut) prescribed this "Biaxin", which was just awful - side effects like you wouldn't believe, including:

- increased heart rate

- insomnia

- nausea and vomiting

 

 

 

I tried to tell the guy that Erythromycin has worked for me ever since I had an allergic reaction to Penecillin when I had mono in college, but noooooo, he had to try the new popular antibiotic.

After two days I got some Erythromycin from my own doc.  Within a couple of days I felt like a million bucks.

Ah well, docs are people too I guess.

I've developed a healthy skepticism realism about most professionals in my mid-life.

So why pursue the PhD myself?

Well, first off, I think I've been extremely patient in "going the whole 9 yards" with the graduate work, considering I:

1) could easily have barrelled through it after the Master's, and

2) have put growing a family ahead of my ambitions in that regard.

On the other hand, I didn't want to be one of those thirtysomething PhD's who have little to no actual "real-life" work experience, or worse yet narrow my options to testing, researching, and/or teaching psychology since I wouldn't have been good for much else.

Now that I have some years of experience (close to being able to say "decades"), though, and want to be taken more seriously for my expertise, it seems to fit.  It could also parlay into teaching or writing in the future, which would not be bad pre-retirement gigs.