It was a Friday morning, early because I couldn’t sleep well that night.  I got to the office by 6:20, a full hour and change before my CA would arrive.  I was at my desk intending to prepare for the day ahead.  Instead, I just sat there staring vacantly at the wall.  I felt…

numb.

Another day of the fun fun fun ahead.

Practice was not going well.  I was trying to meet Overhead month in, month out.  Struggling to get New Patients in the doors.  Few of my patients referred others.  The patients I did have, if they followed my recommendations at all, often went MIA.  I was wearing too many hats in my practice and, frankly, running myself thin… My staff did not perform in the way I “wanted” her to.  She didn’t seem as focused or as productive as I thought she should be to help the practice grow.

I was needing to jump through more and more hoops to appease the managed care networks.  And they reciprocated by eating my lunch with shrinking reimbursements and increasing fees.  To say I was at a point of utter frustration would have been a gross understatement.

I was disheartened.

And as my circumstances continued to drum away at me, I was actually beginning to question why I ever went into this profession in the first place…

That’s when things turned upside down.