May 7, 2005
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It's Not You
When I was in medical school, there was one attending who, for some reason, took some insane pleasure in insulting my abilities as a physician. There were only certain students who were *eir "golden boy" and could do no wrong, and they were usually the kinds that sucked up a lot to *eir face, and badmouthed *em behind their backs.
I hated this attending with a passion and tried my best to avoid *em, because every altercation usually ended in my feeling like I was going to cry right there on the hospital floor.
Later on, when I was doing my psychiatry rotation, a patient came in who was suicidal, bipolar, and a drug addict. I recognized the patient's last name, and gasped. It was my hated-attending's kid!
Suddenly it became clear to me, that I may be an inept medical student, but my attending's behavior was enough to drive *eir own kid batty. From that point on, I didn't give a hootinanny what *ey said to me.
A good mom is hard to find these days. The other day, I was examining a patient and a kid bit his aunt while I was in the room. I honestly don't know that any of my relatives have ever bitten their relatives. And I don't think it's because they got their rabies vaccinations.
I love my mom. She's always been my biggest fan and supporter. When I was struggling in college and graduate school, she always let me know that I could do it all if I wanted to.
Happy Mother's Day to my dad too, because my mom couldn't have been a mom without him.
Comments (2)
That's wonderful! I only hope I can provide the kind of love and support that my mom gave me. Same goes for my Daddy too. And yes, woohoo, is right! Only a little over 17 weeks left! I can't believe it.
I enjoy that you title your posts...not many bloggers take the time and care in updating the journal that you do, and it makes it enjoyable to read, regardless of topic.
I remember one summer at our yacht club where there was a student with severe mental issues. He went around licking people, for example, and would never take his medication. I hated him because he was very mean and talked trash on land, but was afraid of the water and would whine whenever we were sailing. I found out a year later that he had been sexually abused when he was younger, and of course I felt guilty for hating him. People are enigmas, and judging them can be insensitive. You never know what weird truth lies under the surface of people you don't get along with. In that sense, hate can be selfish, dismissing someone as annoying or creepy because it is easy. Other times, though, they can just be creepy!
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