Just a few observations about my life after Pfizer. First of all it’s safe to say that life does go on. I still see about 8 clients during the week but I’m less rushed in everything I do. I even find myself driving the car slower to get somewhere. Of course this could have something to do with my aging body and mind and less to do with eliminating my etched in stone schedule of arriving at the gym at 5:30am and at work Monday through Friday at 7:30 am. But who knows for sure? Days seem to move a little slower. That’s a good thing, especially during the summer. In the past it seemed that summer passed so quickly I hardly knew what happened and bam, I’m raking leaves again. Saturday and Sunday had to be protected and exalted as “my time.” Ok some things never change. It seems as though June is lingering around and I like that. I have developed a new appreciation for “house wives” and completely understand why women entered the workforce outside of the home. Quite frankly, they were bored to tears and had to leave the home to maintain their sanity. It’s dull, unimaginative, and colorless to wash clothes and make beds. It’s much more invigorating to discuss the medical and legal implications of treating patient X with drug Y and developing a training module around the mechanism of action which the FDA will actually approve. Folding laundry is not stimulating any way you look at it. And forget daytime TV. If you’ve ever wondered how Barack Obama got elected president, just turn on your TV, any station, any time between 9 am and 5 pm, and you’ll understand. A whole new world will open up to you. The newspaper only prints the show listings beginning at 6 pm. There’s a reason for that and it’s because it isn’t worth printing. How do I know this? I catch bit’s and pieces of programming during the day while waiting in doctor’s offices or while running at the gym trapped and held captive to watch the channel du jour. Sometimes I’m flipping through the channels looking for FOX news and taste a sample of bla bla. It’s basically mindless drivel with a few personalities mixed in like Regis, Whoopie, Barbara Walters, and my personal favorite, Joy Bahar (IQ of 89). Then there’s the old stand-by’s, the Soaps where the plot is basically the same as it was 30 years ago and I’m not exaggerating. Of course’s there’s Ellen and Oprah for really mind stimulating talk. All I can say is, thank God for Facebook! You know, where we can post stuff like “Hi FB friends, it’s another beautiful day here in Sunnybrook Farms,” or where we can view family photo’s of strangers we know nothing about or could’t care less about. Hold on, someone’s trying to reach me by FB chat. We’ll talk later.
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