Dooley Noted: 10/28/2016
Damn it, I’m a mess on this subway.
But the gratitude runs so deep that it creates the sympathetic response my body chooses to balance with these parasympathetically-driven tears.
I just left Einstein, where the students and faculty make me so excited to go to work every day.
I rushed to an Uber, where the amazing driver and I talked about the beauty that is NYC.
I chatted with my incredible husband, who was pulled to the side at his massage midterm and told he was the strongest student in the class.
And as I rush to NYU, I hope to make the pterygopalatine fossa more, well, palatable to these hard-working dental students.
And then I’ll bike across town to treat patients willing to come in on a Friday night, in the facility we built from just an idea.
And later tonight, on that same gym floor, we will photograph for the ID III manual, for a course that doesn’t yet exist but will premiere on that same floor.
Then, we will lift very heavy things to round out that day.
I was told I’d never do the things I’m currently doing.
But I was also told to never settle than for anything else than what I wanted.
Insist on it. Proceed. Do it with good morals and the best of intentions and professionalism. Adapt. Be open to change. Show up every day. Love big. Be dedicated.
And for the others who aren’t this lucky, do it for them. Show up every damn day.
As always, it’s your call.
– Dr. Kathy Dooley