I’ve been procrastinating
making my bio for our work website for the past couple of months. I don’t know why, other than that all the
things I wanted to say I knew wouldn’t be appropriate. The real bio ended up being pretty standard
material. Here is what I wanted it to
say:
Dr. Julie Gendler grew up in
Kalispell, Montana. She then spent a
really really really long time going to school, longer than the average person
even thinks a person can potentially go to school. She completed her residency in Family
Medicine in Boise, Idaho, not that the average person knows what a residency is
either other than what they see on Grey’s Anatomy, but it was enough to get her
a medical license and that is what counts in the end, right? She then worked her ass off for 4 years
practicing full spectrum family medicine, hardly ever sleeping, and having her
soul sucked out of her body via a piece of electronic medical record software
appropriately named Epic. Despite
meeting some really nice people and making some great friends in Wisconsin, the
alternately freezing temperatures and unbearable humidity as well as the threat
to life and limb by all matter of nature’s creations such as floods, mosquitos,
tornados, and blizzards led her back to the more temperate climate of
Idaho. After a short stint as a full
time mom she joined the faculty at FMRI to escape the incessant screaming of
“Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!” that still haunts her to this day. She enjoys teaching residents and has a focus
in preventive care and women’s health.
She doesn’t enjoy being yelled at by patients or prescribing narcotics
but it ends up that is part of the gig. In
her free time she enjoys… Wait, hold it,
she actually doesn’t have any free time, but in the hour of time that she
carves out for herself on a daily basis she exercises frantically in hopes that
she will either one day turn into an athlete again or shed the baby weight that
clings to her body like the monkey on her fucking back. Outside of work she enjoys spending time with
her family, not that her 3 lovely children appreciate any of the sacrifices she
has made to act as their personal assistant/chauffeur/chef/event
coordinator. When not wasting time on facebook
she stares desperately into the mirror wondering where time has gone (duh, all
that school!) and what is the meaning of life.
She gets through the mess of it all by telling herself that things will
work out in the end and tomorrow is a new day and any other trite, convenient,
positive Jack Handyish statement that comes to mind.
