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WTF am I talking about?
Right.
I'm not exactly sure myself. But what I mean is for those of you who got your spot on the flight out. Do you now stumble a bit on where we're headed exactly. Could it be just another lay over in Cleveland.
There is the fundamental tension between what it takes to boot strap yourself up, and then finding out that slippers are more comfortable.
Here's what i mean. Steadily backed into the corner of my mind over my seven year stint in premed pelican bay is the shadowy elephant of a thought. One that is now puffing on cuban cigars with his feet up in my reading space. He's the Babar of all things dark and cynical. Brash as burnt ball hair. F'n with my mentals. Causing me to read Shem and PandabearMd's blog with secretive pleasure. Like a hot affair. On the DL. With a cynical elephant. Who I hope as a vagina at least.
What has detonated in my dome is the notion that patient care is cool. Cause I'm just not all that sure that it is anymore. For those of you still dorking to change your first adult diaper. This may not register. But please feel free to berate me. I understand it's the script.
which is what i mean by narrative fatigue. most physicians have danced with their own darkly humorous elephants to know just exactly how far off our premed notions are. maybe my existential crisis is happening earlier. the work of ten years in patient care grunt work.
Has anyone else ventured into a strange place where words that have escaped your mouth in the admissions process now bounce around an empty room making echos of absurdity and desolation.
Does: "...I think I want to go into primary care.." suddenly change into. f@ck that. I should go for radiology. In the span of months. For anyone else?
Right.
I'm not exactly sure myself. But what I mean is for those of you who got your spot on the flight out. Do you now stumble a bit on where we're headed exactly. Could it be just another lay over in Cleveland.
There is the fundamental tension between what it takes to boot strap yourself up, and then finding out that slippers are more comfortable.
Here's what i mean. Steadily backed into the corner of my mind over my seven year stint in premed pelican bay is the shadowy elephant of a thought. One that is now puffing on cuban cigars with his feet up in my reading space. He's the Babar of all things dark and cynical. Brash as burnt ball hair. F'n with my mentals. Causing me to read Shem and PandabearMd's blog with secretive pleasure. Like a hot affair. On the DL. With a cynical elephant. Who I hope as a vagina at least.
What has detonated in my dome is the notion that patient care is cool. Cause I'm just not all that sure that it is anymore. For those of you still dorking to change your first adult diaper. This may not register. But please feel free to berate me. I understand it's the script.
which is what i mean by narrative fatigue. most physicians have danced with their own darkly humorous elephants to know just exactly how far off our premed notions are. maybe my existential crisis is happening earlier. the work of ten years in patient care grunt work.
Has anyone else ventured into a strange place where words that have escaped your mouth in the admissions process now bounce around an empty room making echos of absurdity and desolation.
Does: "...I think I want to go into primary care.." suddenly change into. f@ck that. I should go for radiology. In the span of months. For anyone else?