...I think I may be crushing on him again. I feel that doesn't bode well for me.


The Learning Curveball

I've learned a lot. Being back in actual healthcare (as opposed to the behind-the-scenes business) has forced me to learn and understand and appreciate a lot.
I used to throw fits over my fibroids. Why me? What did I do to warrant so much pain and stress and aggravation so early in life? and for so long?

But then patients were admitted to my unit with co-morbids. So many co-morbids. More than I even saw in my renal patients. To have CHF & pulmonary sarcoidosis & random ischemias & fully metastasized cancers...I can't even fathom. Fibroids are technically curable, depending on each woman's circumstances. And the only "co-morbid" I boast is anemia - a pale-in-comparison side effect of the fibroids. These people can't cure one condition and be ok. A lot of them can't be cured of any of their conditions. So, I find myself whining less about my fibroids, and taking it all in stride. In the game of life, I may not have the perfect hand...but mine is far from the worst on the playing field.



"We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race, and the human race is full of passion. Medicine, law, business, engineering - these are noble pursuits necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love – these are what we stay alive for.
To quote from Whitman – o me, o life of the questions of these recurring. Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities filled with the foolish. What good amid these o me, o life. The answer – that you are here. That life exists and identity. That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse"