I always get grumpy right before I start working in the hospital.
I suppose I should cultivate a better attitude, but the prospect of working many days in a row, taking care of very sick patients, makes me anxious.
Once I’m in the thick of it, I’m usually more cheerful (at least the first week, before the sleep deprivation kicks in), but somehow the anticipation is worse.
Making things worse this year is the fact that the stock market rose recently, and I am pretty sure I have again “hit my number,” and likely surpassed it by a bunch.
At the same time, I had to attend a refresher course for attendings, full of bureaucratic nonsense and a safety course (reminding us that in Massachusetts, a health care worker is assaulted every 36 minutes. Ugh!)
Why, I might have asked, why am I still going to work? Who needs more money when you could be assaulted, have to give bad news to patients, and/or have to manage interns who (possibly) aren’t ready for the job?
In my grumpy mood, my answer was: well, you get paid well for this.
Another grumpy thought noted that I save most of it after paying for necessities.
So, I started wondering: if I have hit my number and am still working and earning money, should I try making my life more pleasant by spending some of that money I theoretically don’t need?
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