I’m reminiscent today, and questioning life. How would life be had I stayed with my former employer, was able to fully complete my research and gather enough data to publish? The years, six months of direct observations,and kissing major hospital-VIP bum to end with unusable (for med journals and presentations,at leats) data. How would life have been if I’d been allowed to conduct the endometriosis research I originally started working on – the one I already had 9 online and 32 in-person patient data forms logged.
How different would it be if I could find the time to work on the endo patient book I’ve sketched out? I have the data – two types, in fact. I just can’t carve out the time.
How different would life be if doctor’s stopped suggesting Lupron or a hysterectomy for my endo pain. They need to stop listening to drug reps and read. Read the drug issues.