So I should’ve written this sooner… but what is life without the delayed epiphany or two?
Medicine Emergency. 12 hours non stop of people telling you about various forms of “ghabrahat” in otherwise whatever’s-the-opposite-of-disgruntled organs and appendages of their body.
Medicine Emergency. The place where life-long bonds are formed out of a mutual understanding of “NOTHING”.
Medicine Emergency. The place where boys become men; and girls… well… medical colleges don’t have many anyway.
Medicine Emergency. Where miracles are borne out of a lack of death; and reality exists in just such death.
Seems they finally managed to make me a doctor. It was a slow and painful process. I’m still feeling the aftershocks of the conversion from “My God! Blood!” to “My God! What veins!”. I’m also finally comfortable enough to make irrelevant inside jokes about the topic.
But I won’t… don’t want to… get used to death. Especially when it takes “life” away. No, that remark is not blondish. Life, it seems, has its degrees.
And now that I finally finally know what I’m doing…
Medicine Emergency. May hope prevail.
glad to hear you’re alright (?)