inner zen I've decided that the one way to get through this Surgery rotation with my ego intact is to have a more relaxed attitude about things. Because really, when it comes down to it, I don't care. I know I'm not going to get Honors in Surgery, because I just don't want it badly enough to kiss that much ass. But I also know that I'm not going to fail, because I'm not an egregiously bad medical student. In fact, if I may say, I'm a pretty good medical student. So since I know that the outcome of this rotation will be the same whether I'm tense and angry vs. whether I'm loose and in good humor, why not take the latter route? So the next time an attending screams at me to leave "her" OR because I didn't know the answer to her one obscure question about the exact recurrence percentage of pilonidal cysts after marsupialization, and then congratulates herself to the scrub nurse on being such a great teacher after thinking I had left the room, why not just laugh it off as being absolutely ridiculous, as opposed to angrily stewing in my juices and playing out snappy comeback fantasies in my head? I will be a reed in the breeze, bending with the gusts instead of trying to resist them and snapping in the process. I will achieve Inner Zen. This is all easier said than done, of course. Tonight, my family, Joe and I are going to see the new Star Wars movie at the Zeigfeld theater. That's where we saw the first of the new Star Wars movies too. The Zeigfeld is one of those stately, old theater-cum-movie houses that somehow managed to resist conversion to some gigantic twelve-house multiplex with the advent of the modern era, so it's a really impressive place to go watch any movie. Look carefully in Catcher in the Rye and you'll see Holden talking about the Zeigfeld way in the beginning, when he's chewing the fat with Stradlater in the bathroom. I have no high hopes for Star Wars, as the plot synopses that I've read look more boring and convoluted than any history lesson I've ever had to suffer through (something about striking miners on some planet, political separatists with assassination plans, vague parliamentary power struggles...jigga what?). But then there's the whole Yoda light saber battle scene. "Open up a can of whup-ass on you, I will!" Heh. xo Michelle |
Sunday . May 26 . 2002 . 10:08am |
inner zen I've decided that the one way to get through this Surgery rotation with my ego intact is to have a more relaxed attitude about things. Because really, when it comes down to it, I don't care. I know I'm not going to get Honors in Surgery, because I just don't want it badly enough to kiss that much ass. But I also know that I'm not going to fail, because I'm not an egregiously bad medical student. In fact, if I may say, I'm a pretty good medical student. So since I know that the outcome of this rotation will be the same whether I'm tense and angry vs. whether I'm loose and in good humor, why not take the latter route? So the next time an attending screams at me to leave "her" OR because I didn't know the answer to her one obscure question about the exact recurrence percentage of pilonidal cysts after marsupialization, and then congratulates herself to the scrub nurse on being such a great teacher after thinking I had left the room, why not just laugh it off as being absolutely ridiculous, as opposed to angrily stewing in my juices and playing out snappy comeback fantasies in my head? I will be a reed in the breeze, bending with the gusts instead of trying to resist them and snapping in the process. I will achieve Inner Zen. This is all easier said than done, of course. Tonight, my family, Joe and I are going to see the new Star Wars movie at the Zeigfeld theater. That's where we saw the first of the new Star Wars movies too. The Zeigfeld is one of those stately, old theater-cum-movie houses that somehow managed to resist conversion to some gigantic twelve-house multiplex with the advent of the modern era, so it's a really impressive place to go watch any movie. Look carefully in Catcher in the Rye and you'll see Holden talking about the Zeigfeld way in the beginning, when he's chewing the fat with Stradlater in the bathroom. I have no high hopes for Star Wars, as the plot synopses that I've read look more boring and convoluted than any history lesson I've ever had to suffer through (something about striking miners on some planet, political separatists with assassination plans, vague parliamentary power struggles...jigga what?). But then there's the whole Yoda light saber battle scene. "Open up a can of whup-ass on you, I will!" Heh. xo Michelle |
