That's the plan of attack i've been taking, took up learning to snowboard, have a few job ideas lined up in case I have to put the medicine dream on hold. I typically only have issues over it now in the shower or in bed now where the interviews play back and forth in my head a couple hundred times.
Thank you! I actually don't have any personal connection to flying or the military. It's an allusion to the first really memorable experience I had in medicine. My home town had quite the "spike" epidemic a couple years ago when I had first started scribing and we got this crazed patient in who had been physically and chemically restrained "unsuccessfuly" in the ambulance, but was still going nuts. He actually had started to warp the steel frame of his stretcher pullig on the straps and apparently tore tendons in both his arms. I had only ever worked in the section of the ED where the nosebleeds, hangnails, and sniffles go as it was a very large one and they like to ease the new scribes into the job. So this happened on my first "real shift" and I was shocked at first and the doctor just walked in, just said B-52 to the nurse and that was all he said. Now looking back, I was more curious what he meant by B-52 than the spectacle that was this guy on spike so I thought that was a good litmus test for how I might cope with that sort of patient in the future if I were to get into emergency medicine.
