I came into this world as a footling breech: feet first and ass backwards. Some say that babies born thus carry on living their entire lives in the same fashion, always going against the grain. I very much resemble this remark. Somehow I never quite manage to accomplish complex personal-life tasks in the customary order. I tend to jump into things prematurely and then blunder my way through backwards until I figure out what the situation requires.
So when it comes to a challenge like reentering medicine, where there are no roadmaps to begin with, you can just bet I did not start in the right place. Six months in, I can tell you with 20/20 hindsight that I ought to have started out a bit differently. You, gentle reader, will have the benefit of learning from my chronic bassackwardness. Harken to me. In my coming posts here I will detail what I've done, what is yet to be done, and, most importantly, what I ought to have done differently. It is my hope that this account will save you valuable time and money with your own reentry approach.
As usual, I welcome mail and comments. I am especially interested in hearing from physicians who have attempted reentry, whether they had success with it or no.