Looking back and looking ahead

This last week I quietly reached a milestone. I didn’t do anything special about it; it was just another office day.

I passed 25 years since I first began seeing patients as an attending physician. That’s a pretty decent chunk of time.

I was terrified that day. For the first time in my medical career I was working without a net. I even remember the first one, a fellow with back pain. I saw five to six patients that day that I recall, including a work-in from the fellowship I’d completed 2 weeks earlier. I also had my first hospital consult when the oncologist I was subleasing from asked me to have a look at a lady he was admitting for new-onset diplopia.

That’s a good chuck of a career behind me, when you consider the beginnings of it. College, MCATs, waiting by the mailbox (yeah, kids, a mailbox, waiting for a printed letter, delivered by the postman). Moving halfway across the country for 4 years. Somehow, to my own amazement, graduating. Moving back. Internship. Residency. Fellowship.

Then my first day as an attending, now a quarter-century gone. Looking at my charts I’ve seen roughly 18,000 individual patients over time between my office and the hospital.

But that’s another change – after 22 years in the trenches, I stopped doing hospital work over 3 years ago. Inpatient work, at least to me now, seems more like a younger person’s game. In my late 50s, I don’t think I qualify as one anymore.

On day 1, also in the Phoenix summer, I wore a long-sleeved shirt, tie, slacks, and neatly polished shoes. In 2006 I moved to Hawaiian shirts, shorts, and sneakers.

I don’t plan on doing this in another 25 years. I still like it, but by then I will have passed the baton to another generation and will be off on a cruise ship having boat drinks in the afternoon.

But that’s not to say it hasn’t been fun. For all the frustrations, stresses, and aggravations, I have no regrets over the road I’ve taken, and hopefully I will always feel that way.

Dr. Block has a solo neurology practice in Scottsdale, Ariz.

This last week I quietly reached a milestone. I didn’t do anything special about it; it was just another office day.

I passed 25 years since I first began seeing patients as an attending physician. That’s a pretty decent chunk of time.

I was terrified that day. For the first time in my medical career I was working without a net. I even remember the first one, a fellow with back pain. I saw five to six patients that day that I recall, including a work-in from the fellowship I’d completed 2 weeks earlier. I also had my first hospital consult when the oncologist I was subleasing from asked me to have a look at a lady he was admitting for new-onset diplopia.

That’s a good chuck of a career behind me, when you consider the beginnings of it. College, MCATs, waiting by the mailbox (yeah, kids, a mailbox, waiting for a printed letter, delivered by the postman). Moving halfway across the country for 4 years. Somehow, to my own amazement, graduating. Moving back. Internship. Residency. Fellowship.

Then my first day as an attending, now a quarter-century gone. Looking at my charts I’ve seen roughly 18,000 individual patients over time between my office and the hospital.

But that’s another change – after 22 years in the trenches, I stopped doing hospital work over 3 years ago. Inpatient work, at least to me now, seems more like a younger person’s game. In my late 50s, I don’t think I qualify as one anymore.

On day 1, also in the Phoenix summer, I wore a long-sleeved shirt, tie, slacks, and neatly polished shoes. In 2006 I moved to Hawaiian shirts, shorts, and sneakers.

I don’t plan on doing this in another 25 years. I still like it, but by then I will have passed the baton to another generation and will be off on a cruise ship having boat drinks in the afternoon.

But that’s not to say it hasn’t been fun. For all the frustrations, stresses, and aggravations, I have no regrets over the road I’ve taken, and hopefully I will always feel that way.

Dr. Block has a solo neurology practice in Scottsdale, Ariz.

This last week I quietly reached a milestone. I didn’t do anything special about it; it was just another office day.

I passed 25 years since I first began seeing patients as an attending physician. That’s a pretty decent chunk of time.

I was terrified that day. For the first time in my medical career I was working without a net. I even remember the first one, a fellow with back pain. I saw five to six patients that day that I recall, including a work-in from the fellowship I’d completed 2 weeks earlier. I also had my first hospital consult when the oncologist I was subleasing from asked me to have a look at a lady he was admitting for new-onset diplopia.

That’s a good chuck of a career behind me, when you consider the beginnings of it. College, MCATs, waiting by the mailbox (yeah, kids, a mailbox, waiting for a printed letter, delivered by the postman). Moving halfway across the country for 4 years. Somehow, to my own amazement, graduating. Moving back. Internship. Residency. Fellowship.

Then my first day as an attending, now a quarter-century gone. Looking at my charts I’ve seen roughly 18,000 individual patients over time between my office and the hospital.

But that’s another change – after 22 years in the trenches, I stopped doing hospital work over 3 years ago. Inpatient work, at least to me now, seems more like a younger person’s game. In my late 50s, I don’t think I qualify as one anymore.

On day 1, also in the Phoenix summer, I wore a long-sleeved shirt, tie, slacks, and neatly polished shoes. In 2006 I moved to Hawaiian shirts, shorts, and sneakers.

I don’t plan on doing this in another 25 years. I still like it, but by then I will have passed the baton to another generation and will be off on a cruise ship having boat drinks in the afternoon.

But that’s not to say it hasn’t been fun. For all the frustrations, stresses, and aggravations, I have no regrets over the road I’ve taken, and hopefully I will always feel that way.

Dr. Block has a solo neurology practice in Scottsdale, Ariz.