Lettuce Visions

Guest blog by Olivia

Last night around midnight I realized that, if I keep paying off my med school debt at its current rate, I will be 57 when it is paid off.  I can hear my uncle Phil joking, "Hey doc, how's it going making the big bucks?" all the way from Pennsylvania.

I suppose I could have become a famous neurosurgeon.  I could have done 10 more years of residency, and paid off my loans after two days on the job.

I suppose I could have gone to Hershey med school with the dairy cows, instead of Einstein, where all the partying smart kids thought I was a little touched and left me behind when they took the express bus to Manhattan. 

I suppose Matthew and I could have continued to rent a duplex in Lewisburg, never owning a home.  Allen Roth would have been quite proud of us.  We could have raised 3 more mini-Wengers across the street from Catherman's bakery, filling their bellies with the best eclairs on the planet, while singing "I've got a mansion, just over the hilltops" after supper every night.  But I got a REALLY bad case of nesting instinct while expecting N.  I didn't care so much about how we'd pay off a mortgage when I was two weeks postpartum.

We have lived in the prairie house for over a year now.  I'm working almost fulltime.  Most of my patients are on public insurance, and better thank their lucky stars for every Democratic vote next election.  I keep dabbling in the genetic diseases of the other, not-so-Democratically voting, part of the county.   A little failure to thrive here, a few seizures there.  Add a pinch of dystonia.   A few pleas to the Big Guys for a little more sacred time...it makes a bittersweet stew if you know what I mean.

There really isn't much to throw my arms up in the air and cheer about.  Until I stumble out of the house after a day sitting in gloom puddles, to see M's latest creation.  What finesse!  What fresh home-grown spinach in the middle of November!   Note the rain-proof roof, and the wind-proof clasps.  Regard the frame built from salvaged wood!  I shout Hosanna.   Blessed be the Name of the LORD!!!  I'm going to heaven, after all.



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