Bear with me. I feel inspired
to write…
Pardon my sarcasm, but it’s going to be hard to be somewhat
serious with the “cloud over my head” mood that I’ve recently experienced. But don’t you just love it how when things are
going well and I mean EVERY thing you’ve commit yourself to, then all of a
sudden it just all falls out from under you.
It feels like as thought a 10-inch butterfly knife that was brought back
illegally from the Philippines cut a vertical slit into ones chest, cut out the
still beating heart then had it torn all up by the recycling-paper-shredder,
all without anesthesia which would have been injected with a 20-inch fucking
needle that wasn’t sterilized into the back of ones spinal column. But I don’t think
that anesthesia would have made a difference in that type of open heart surgery
so that was kind of pointless for me to add in there……….
*OK… taking deep breaths into a brown paper bag…..
*breathing……
*breathing………….
*still breathing…………….
Time for some reflection:
Today, one of my patients under my study was talking to the pharmacist
of our Neuropsychiatry building. I walked into the waiting room maybe 5 minutes
after the pharmacist gave the patient his meds (I was late cause I was finishing
up an EEG test) and instead of hearing instructions being given of how the
dosage should be taken, I was hearing reasons why men and women get into those
stupid-lame fights over the smallest things. Apparently, he (my patient) and his “significant
other” whom he brought along with him got into some type of argument while
waiting for his prescription to be filled and he stopped talking to her for the
time being. Evidently, the pharmacist
was explaining how when women get upset/mad, they want to talk about it to
their other girlfriends where as when guys get upset/mad, they become quiet and
want to deal with everything in their heads (duh!).
My patient went on in saying that he has been going through
problems and it’s difficult and embarrassing for him to open up and express his
feelings. The pharmacist then went on in
saying that, and I quote:
“Life is like a long straight highway. Most of
the time the road is smooth and there are no problems. But once in a while pothole will come along
that will make your ride a little bumpy.
The small potholes will just give you a little bump, where as the big potholes
will fuck up your alignment. In any case
however, you got to re-align your path and continue on down the road.”
Yeah, I know all of this seems trivial but after a long ass
day (long ass year more like) it puts things into perspective I guess. I really don’t know how it does exactly, but
it does… | 
