I started my own practice on January 4 —finally—after six years in practice. This decision was hardly a hasty one because I dreamed of having my own practice since the first day of OD school. Like most ODs fresh out of school, however, I was saddled by debt and fear of the unknown.
Seven months ago, on Friday, May 8, I walked across the stage wearing a graduation gown and hood to receive my fourth and final (for now) degree. It was nearly six years to the day after my graduation from OD school in 2009.
“Typically, (Roellinger) listens to the sound of the bread, not the cash register. It’s because he’s a ferocious advocate for the glory of tiny, individually owned and operated producers. The idea that one should—no, must—keep it small.”
I met Sally in the spring of 2015. The air was light and cool, the birds were starting to sing, and the flowers were just starting to reveal their blooms. The deliveryman dropped her off on our doorstep in the morning, and we carefully transported her to her new home in our fridge in the back room. We were all so excited for her arrival.
It would be easy to get into a routine of one and two, and one and two, and on and on until everyone looks the same. But for me, everyday joy lies in the little conversations I get to have in between their prescription and eye healthcare conversations with those who entrust their care to me.