2024 A Year in Review

As I try to do every year, I look back at goals I set at the start of the year and see how well I did. As usual, this it’s a mixed bag.

How did I do?

  • Well, my primary goal was to get into PA School. Last year I had gotten waitlisted at one and declined at all the others. Close, but not close enough. This year started off rough. I was able to submit what I think was a much better application. I had a few more courses to add to my transcript. This helped bring up my GPA (though not above the magical 3.0 that most schools require for a cumulative GPA). But my last 41 credits were all 4.0 and if I include my last 60 (some schools have look back windows of 30-60 credits), it’s nearly a 3.7. Not too bad if I may say so myself. I submitted fairly early in the application cycle.
    In addition, I think I had a stronger essay for my application as well as better letters of recommendation.
    And then the first rejections rolled in. One was particularly disappointing since it was one of my top choices and they claimed to not have a minimum GPA. After exchanging some emails, I learned that while they claim not to, in fact in the last 5 years, they haven’t accepted anyone with a cumulative GPA under 3.2. That definitely felt like a bait and switch to me.
    However, the very next day I received the email that would change my life. In fact, I had to read it more than once since I was in shock. Even when I got the emails explaining how to put in my down-payment I have to admit I didn’t believe it! That said, for now I’m keeping the name somewhat under wraps as I’m still waiting to hear from two other great schools. But the key point is, regardless of what happens with them, I’m going to PA School in 2025!
  • Another goal I had was to keep working in the Emergency Department and keep my Red Badge status so I could be the lead tech in Traumas.
    • Not only did I succeed with this (as of last night over 2450 hours, including PTO) but I added to my resume the role of being the Tech who taught the Red Badge class to new techs. I’ll be handing that role over in a few months (and am already taking steps to make that happen) but it’s been a great job.
    • I also moved to night shifts for most of my shifts in the ED. Honestly, I love the crew and atmosphere, but it’s done shit for my circadian rhythm and for planning day events.
    • One benefit of another year in the ED is I got to become familiar with a lot more procedures and help out with a lot more than I did in the previous year. These are skills and experiences that will aid me well when I start taking classes.
    • More than once I got to listen in as an attending gave an in-depth “lecture” to a resident or med student. Also very valuable!
  • I definitely cut back on my IT consulting. My largest client and I mutually agreed to part ways as of April 1st. This was refreshing in many ways, even if the drop in income was noticeable. Ironically enough, they approached me just before Thanksgiving asking if I was available part-time starting in January. I’ve agreed to pick up some more time with them. This will most likely result in me cutting back some hours in the ED, but as I don’t need to built my resume there, I think it’s financially it’s a wise choice.
  • Work on me and be a better person – I was intentionally a big vague here, but I think I managed this a bit. I definitely tried to relax more and snap less. I’ll continue to work on that.
  • Hiking – I absolutely failed at this. I think I did one hike this year.
  • Biking – I also absolutely failed at this. Honestly, I’m not sure if it’s a result of age, perhaps some long Covid impact lung capacity (though I’ve never tested positive for Covid) or what, but I just found it harder to do the longer rides I preferred doing, especially at the speed I wanted. I also think the fact I was working nights and sleeping days didn’t help.
  • Caving – Ironically, despite having the NCRC weeklong in NY this year, I didn’t get into caves much this year. The best part was taking a local reporter into a local cave during our mock rescue.
  • See friends – Again, with my schedule, I didn’t do as much of this as I wished. And tonight, when normally we’d have a lot of folks over, I’m self-isolating because of a cold (not Covid thankfully).
  • Travel – this is one that Randi and I did manage to do! We flew out to Seattle and stayed with close friends for a night before boarding the Empire Builder for Whitefish Montana. There we disembarked and spent 3 solid days exploring Glacier National Park. Let’s just say 3 days is not nearly enough. When done we took the Empire Builder from Whitefish back to Chicago where we stayed a night at a hotel and then flew home. I’m already trying to figure out how to get back!
  • Septic system – Let’s not talk about this.
  • Several Projects around the House – well, just one, but it took finally biting the bullet and getting a table saw. But I think I’ll work on a few more before moving away for PA school.
  • Classes – I did take one more. If I had more time I might have taken more, or had I not gotten into a PA school I might have taken more to help with my transcript, but decided to focus the time on relaxing and working nights more.
  • Blogging – well I did blog, and as promised, not as much. So I guess I succeeded on that one.

So overall, us usual some hits, some misses, but the biggest hit is one I really was working for, so I’m content.

57 and 1

I’m a day late on this blog, my usual day is Tuesdays. And my birthday fell on Tuesday this year. So you’d think I’d have written this yesterday, but, well I guess I just didn’t feel like it.

The honest truth, for some reason, my 57th birthday was a bit of a mixed bag, and I’m not really sure why.

It started off fairly well. My daughter continued her tradition, since attending college, of calling me just before midnight so she can be sure to say Happy Birthday at midnight. (Technically my wife wished me happy birthday before she went to bed, but that was before midnight, so my daughter wins on the “first on my actual birthday”). My son then came up to my office wish me a happy birthday. And finally the next morning my wife was the third to wish me one.

And of course all the Facebook posts that came in. I really appreciated those. Though, despite trying this year in advance to setup a charity (which in the past has worked well to raise money on my birthday) again, it just didn’t show up. I’m not sure if Facebook changed how they did birthday charities or what. I suppose that’s one reason my birthday was a mixed bag to me. I wanted to spread a bit more joy and didn’t.

But really, I think part of it is, my birthday is a bit of a reminder of something I realized several years ago: statistically I have fewer days ahead of me than I have behind me. That bothers me. I don’t fear death per se. It’s part of life. It’ll happen eventually. And I’ve certainly seen enough of it at work lately. But damn it, I’ve got so many things I want to do! I need multiple lifetimes to do even 1/2 the things I want to do.

And it’s not only lack of time, but the fact that I’m seeing my body age. Yes “age is only a number” but in this case that number is 57 and I notice it. For example, wounds, even as simple as a scratch take longer to heal. My stamina has slowed down. And well, as any guy can say, their refractory period at this age, even with drugs, isn’t like what it was 40 years prior!

There were definitely some nice upsides though.

One was an unexpected gift: an email from the PA school I’ve been accepted to with an academic calendar, so I can start to plan my life in 2025 and 2026 (hint, not much time off).

And then my wife and I joined coworkers at trivia night (and folks, while I was 100% wrong about the USS New York, I think their answer was “wrong” too (in the sense that they made an assumption based on its later historical significance)) and had a lot of fun at that.

So overall, my birthday was fun, but I don’t know. Perhaps the weather didn’t help. The thoughts of aging, who knows.

And 57 is sort of an odd number. I mean it’s not a big milestone like 60 or something.

I don’t know.

But here I sit, at 57 years and 1 day thinking about life.

But not for too long because I ended up deciding to go into work last night and picked up an 8 hour shift. And then sat in on a lecture on poisonous mushrooms given by one of our attendings. So… on my 57 and 1… I’ll spend most of the daylight hours sleeping!