This month I became the first physician in my family.
Well, actually, I might have a third cousin somewhere in Michigan who is a psychiatrist. Regardless, I am the first physician in my family that we keep regular contact with. An accomplishment, if I may be so bold. My mother prepared a big barbeque spread for a post-ceremony feast. My godmother brought premixed Old Fashioneds. My partner had to frantically look up pressure washer rentals for our pollen-blanketed back patio, lest my mother skewer us and slap us down on the grill next to the pork.
Instead of preparing for celebrations, however, I found myself knee-deep in the federal student aid website. My plans for repaying back my federal student loans are on the operating…
