In the beginning...

Home, Sweet Home!

It all began when John lost his job at home.  He had talked about becoming a medical traveler for a couple of years, but it was supposed to happen in what we called "pre-retirement."  We have learned, however, that things tend to happen in God's time, not ours, and we'd be wise to just go with it. 

John contacted all the medical traveler recruiters he had heard about, filled out all of their forms, sent in his resume and letters of recommendation from cardiologists he had worked with, and waited.  And waited.  And waited.  (Hello, out there!  We're trying to save the farm here!) And we waited some more. 

Finally a recruiter called and asked if we'd be interested in a placement for four weeks in Connecticut.  It was gettin' mighty hungry out, so we said absolutely.  While John ran around getting blood tests, respirator mask tests, TB skin tests, pee'd in a bottle, etc., I ran around trying to pack for the unknown.  John's scrubs, church clothes, casual clothes, radios, cameras, computer, printer, kitchen sink (uh, maybe not.  Even for me that's a lil' overboard.  Put the sink back.)  Nearly all placements are subject to being extended, so though they said it would be four weeks it could be longer.  Very difficult to pack for.

In just a couple of days terms were agreed upon and contracts were signed.  Tomorrow we would drive off into the sunrise of a new day, a wonderful new adventure in change.