Day 13- Work beckons

Finally, hunkering down to business. This is the Day 1 Desk- of a project I'm starting today. Let's see how things pan out shall we? Till next time, J

Hubris and surgery

Laying yourself on a table. In the barest of garbs. Under the harshest lights, that which reveals every wrinkle, freckle and mole. With half a dozen cloaked and masked strangers milling about, partially disrobing you while sticking and prodding. A hand which politely smothers you with oxygen, no less. It is hard to fathom the...

The Obsessed.

“Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.” ― Franz Kafka The problem with mercilessly following our intense obsessions is the relationships that we leave on the wayside. The fun- times that we discard at...

Don’t wait.

We are a restless generation, I'm told. We are impatient they say. We cannot wait. Nobody seems to get the fact that we CAN NOT wait. This is the pace that life dictates. If you haven't noticed, every succeeding generation is more prone to impatience. Why wait anyway? Our lives are most likely going to...

The last laps and my survival kit.

There is no way around it folks, the next few weeks, nay months, will be all about baby. I cannot help it. It is such an all consuming life event. I once thought that nothing could be more consuming than taking the post- training exams. Boy! this is waaaay bigger. Anyhoo, I digress (like always)....

The pregnant, surgeon-in-training.

If you google 'pregnant resident' or 'pregnancy during surgical residency/ fellowship/ training', you will be privy to a select few articles that occasionally appear in mainstream media about this small, unique subset of working women. Even medical/ surgical journals occasionally like to amuse themselves by publishing articles such as : Pregnancy during residency: II. Obstetric...

The Roads to Hell.

The not- so- young man had an attractive profile. He seemed highly educated and seemed to be somebody who had and enjoyed a fair amount of power and control. He was obviously rich and flashy, judging by his choice of automobile. I stared at him for a moment longer than would be considered polite or appropriate....

The one that stayed on.

This is going to be a lazy post. I am post- call and should ideally be sleeping. But the nursery run is in about an hour, and trying to get some shut eye now would be an utterly worthless exercise. I therefore decided to log on to the virtual world and say hello to the...

Random thought threads from a rainy ‘call’ day.

  I will admit that men and women of all vocations work hard. Engineers sometimes work odd hours, IT folk may work horrible hours, investment bankers suffer from stress ulcers; even tax practitioners and auditors have their "times of the year" when the hours are irrelevant. All said, for most people "hours of work" is...

Troubles. And a mid- air chat.

The trouble with trouble is that when you are in the middle of it, it seems insurmountable. Life ahead seems inconceivable. You use terms and phrases like never, ever, why... They become a mantra. You fail to appreciate all the things you have going for you. All the things in your life that make it...