There really is something to the power of prayer...
I really didn't think I could survive today. So, I prayed.
It was a really crazy day. The clinic was out of control busy. Parents yelled in the corridors after hours-long waits. A major medical person in a recently-denied by IRB study showed up to speak with me. The government oversight agency called on us. The doctors hid while I went into 'diplomat' mode.
I calmed parents using the smile and gentle manner that has gotten me so far in the professional world. In the end, they began apologizing and waited patiently for even longer. With the visiting Big Wigs, I discussed protocol development, drug use in the clinic, and standards of practice. I quoted research. I was exhausted, overwhelmed, and worried about outcomes. But in the end, the medical director gave me what I needed and asked me to collaborate on a new study. The government committee gave us high marks mainly due to my (named personally) work on improving outcomes.
I was the golden child again. I was amazing.
And that's why I stay. Despite the frustration, politics, poor pay, and myriad other stinky pieces of long days and endless worries....I am good at my job. And today, I remembered how it felt to go to my office at the end of the day and know that very few people can pull off what I do on my best days. It would be nice to be paid for the amount of management, politicking, designing, and evaluating that I do daily - but it's more important to know that tonight there are children moving towards better health.
It's enough to let me make up for the sleep I lost last night.
2 comments:
Pray does work. It works for me every single day!!!!
I'm proud of what you are accomplishing. You're an amazing woman! Keep doing what you are doing. You are changing the lives of many.
Keep saving the world. Not enough of us do that.
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