I wanted to be a rock star when I grew up. Well, actually, that's not true.
At first I wanted to work at Sea World and train dolphins but I don't like the smell of fish and can't stand hot weather so, you know, that idea flopped.
Then I decided I wanted to be a rock star. So, I went to college with the noblest of intentions. Got my degree in education, just in case the whole rock star thing didn't work out for me. Which it didn't. Obviously.
I taught in the public school for a few years, worked at our local church for a few years and had babies for LOTS of years.
Thanks to those babies, I got to spend lots and LOTS of time in various doctor's offices, learning the in's and out's of fine parenting.
And what different rashes look like.
And how to avoid poison ivy.
And how to call poison control.
But that's a whole 'nother blog....
A long the way, we added my Grandpa to the crew and added ever more random medical knowledge to my brain...like chronic pulmonary obstructive disease
AAA repairs (and no...it's not just a traveler's club!)
and on and on.
I started to think, hey, I could do this! I could be a doctor!
Maybe this is what I should be when I grow up....