8/17/2020 Retirement is now six weeks and counting. Retirement looms in the time of Covid. What started out as a best-laid plan over a year ago is rapidly becoming a reality. It has not been without a few diversions and unexpected forks in the road, however.
8/2/2020 The email arrived in the Monday morning flurry. It was from Dan enquiring whether “Dr. Goldstein’s office was opening for patients.” I responded and asked him to email my secretary and arrange an appointment. This was his preferred mode of communication. Dan is congenitally deaf.
7/23/2020 An explosive flash of light illuminates the room, jolting me from the restorative phase of a long-awaited sleep. In the depths of the darkness of the night, the bedroom is as if on fire. The clinical differential would include an acute cerebrovascular event or a novel seizure, neither prognostically reassuring. I lie in the stillness, cold-sweating, until pulse and orientation are considered stable. I leave the bed, walk into the great room, gaze out into the dark stillness and settle into the iconic chair, the epitome of personal space and comfort. The time is 2:10 a.m.
6/22/2020 Solo practitioners have been further isolated during COVID-19
5/28/2020 Reflections on fly fishing and retirement
5/12/2020 How and why I cautiously reopened my clinic at the beginning of May
4/22/2020 Reflecting on the new ways we're trying to connect when circumstances force us apart
