Pauses
February 24, 2010 on 9:49 pm | In Life, Medicine, Thoughts, University | 2 CommentsYou may have noticed I’m not here so frequently as I might have been before. The workload is stacking up rapidly – I’ve taken today off from placement to finish my essay and a bunch of cardio notes, and been up since half six doing the same. Day off, pffft.
Not, you understand, that I’m complaining. The more I learn the more elegant everything is, and the more I can link things together, understand the consequences of things and the cascade of consequences consequent of those consequences. Why can alcoholic liver disease cause catastrophic haemorrhage in the throat, or swelling in the ankles, or rupture of the spleen, or kidney failure?* I know I’m endlessly banging on about medicine but it’s increasingly an integral part of my identity, for better or for worse. Probably for worse, but hey – in some ways it changes me for the better. Currently I’m on a one-week-on one-week-off routine in sync with Helpful Teaching Consultant’s morning ward rounds. Next week it’s back to Dr. See-no-students-hear-no-students so I’ll revert back to going to a bunch of random stuff, neuro and GI and endocrine and phleb clinic, if I can swing it.
We’ve got some new neighbours, postgrad nurses-to-be; in number, three. We were worried first that there was a family moving in, but they were just the landlords. As of last Sunday we are officially surrounded by students on both sides, which is good news. And we invited them over for cocktails, and they are pretty chilled out, which is nice. That, the discreetly unmentioned valentine’s day and a couple of sunny days and nights with sleep in have cheered me no end, life is better again.
Now, I need to crack on with my essay. It’s a bit of a strange reflection that I want to finish this essay so that I am finally free for the remainder of the year to get down to working on medicine proper. Who’d've thought that the homework-hating me of yesteryear would become so driven…
Essaytime.
*don’t get alcoholic liver disease, kids.
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As always, I wish I had something I was so passionate about. Plus, doctors are amazing, with all the stuff they know and the problem solving they do. You have a pain in your right ear and a persistant itch on your left elbow? Well, that could be this thing that I learnt about one time and might never have seen before, but somehow know how best to treat. Like I’ve said, I get all my impressions from medical dramas, so my perception may not be entirely factually accurate.
I am intrigued about the discreetly unmentioned valentine’s day and cheering up in the same sentence. Sounds like a story, there…
I still hate homework.
Comment by Flix — February 24, 2010 #
‘The more I learn the more elegant everything is.’ I kind of like this. Relatedly, there’s adoring your subject, and there’s adoring your subject to the tune of 6.30am. Sometimes I feel like such a bad person… (and sometimes I realise I’m about to read an article on some EU directive on unfair commercial practices before bed. On purpose. For the hell of it. Turns out, actually, I have no life.) Entirely unrelatedly, you’re an awesome next door neighbour. Ours is a Phd student, and his wife and toddler – we’re on the end of a row – and they’re a bit odd. None of us ever thought of cocktails…
Comment by Fiona — February 24, 2010 #