Return of the Prodigal Son

When I was getting ready to start school, I didn’t realize the extent of the sacrifices I’d be called upon to make. Before school began, we gave up our…gulp...Costco membership. It was hard to do, but we figured that we could go with someone else if we needed to get something. Well, six months later, I returned to Costco, this time, under the wing (membership card) of my father. Costco had a massage table that I wanted to get to do OMM (osteopathic manipulative medicine) on. One of the differences between an MD and a DO is that a DO is trained to correct skeletal and muscular dysfunctions in order to return the body to its natural state. Structure and function are so closely related, it only makes sense that if your framework is dysfunctional, other things must compensate or suffer along with it. We don’t only treat the spine (common misconception equating us with Chiropractors). We deal with all musculoskeletal issues. If you ask me, it is just another tool that I have to help improve the quality of peoples’ lives.

Anyways, I went to Costco to buy my table. This is it here. When I got it home, my kids were begging me to open it and give them a “massage”. They see me working on my wife and her family and now want their turn. It has been a couple of days and I still have not been able to give them their “massage”. They are funny. They are so supportive and excited for me. Emma (my 5 year old daughter), now says that she wants to be a doctor. It is hard for me to be away as much as I am. Even if I am home, I’m studying and not playing. There will be successive days in which I do not see them because I leave before they are up and get home after they are in bed. One day, Emma asked me if, “I was coming home today?” It just about broke my heart. That was in the midst of my crazy exam week a while back. Luckily, I was going to be home earlier that night. In fact, it was the morning of my Anatomy exam and I came home about 2:30 that afternoon. I played with the kids all that day and we even went out to dinner that night. I think I read Harry Potter to them for about an hour. It was a nice afternoon. I don’t get too many of those these days. Even though I am very driven and passionate about what I am doing, I am more passionate about my family. It is a difficult balance, but I try hard to make it work. I am sure that my grades suffer a little, but in the end what is really more important? They are sacrificing so much for me; it is only fair that I can sacrifice a little for them, too.