After the party was over, Jacob waited until Brigham and I were busy getting kids out the door and then grabbed a big handful of cake. From the trail of cake crumbs and frosting, we gathered that he ran across the living room with it, stopped and wiped a hand on the couch, and we found him licking crumbs off of his hand while sitting on the Love Sac. Unfortunately, it was decorator's icing-- meaning it was half butter and shortning. What a mess! You'd think he hadn't almost thrown up from eating too much cake only a half an hour before!
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So the question is, would you do it differently if you had the chance?
I, for one, am extremely grateful for the sacrifices my doctors made to be prepared to save my life. I hope they find some sort of consolation in this.
Major bummer! But there sure would be a lot of our family dead now without the great work of Drs. They can go to sleep each night and know that they made the world a better place for folks that they treat each day.
I did some simple number-crunching last night, and yeah, if I were willing to work the hours that med school residents put into their residency, then sure, I could easily make 6 figures a year at my current pay rate, which as you may guess isn't fantastic.
Yep... I'm too lazy to do it.