A Broken Break

Posted: December 28, 2012 in Everyday epics, School sagas
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Have you ever felt that the busier you were, the more you had to say? Or conversely, the more time you had to say something, the less motivated you were to say it? Welcome to my winter break.

Nearly 3 weeks of rest and quiet. Or nearly 3 weeks of restlessness and fidgeting. Depends on how you look at it, I guess. Will I ever be able to enjoy the simple pleasure of turning on my xBox just to collect wildflowers in Skyrim ever again? Doubtful. Even my time-wasters have become laden with purpose. I watch medical dramas and use them to test my ability to apply what I’ve learned this semester. I practice taking a targeted medical history whenever my fiancee comes home from work. I paint miniatures to steady my scalpel hand. Am I obsessed? Or do I just love what I do?

I have to be honest, I’m not sure there’s a difference. At the beginning of the semester I lamented that all anyone outside of school asked me about was school. It was rather near-sighted of me, especially since all I seem to have to talk about is school now.

Which brings me to my winter break again. It was a forced three-week rest away from studies. I spent some quality time with friends and family, and yet despite my best efforts I quickly found myself in withdrawal. I started counting down the days until classes restart a week ago. Am I crazy? Or just passionate? Is this unhealthy? Or is it the drive that makes a great physician?

Here’s the bigger question – how long until my fiancee tries to smother me in my sleep? Thank goodness school is only 110 hours away.

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Comments
  1. carolynfrayn says:

    “I practice taking a targeted medical history whenever my fiancee comes home from work”… do you get a different history every time? I would like to read those… πŸ™‚

  2. Monica says:

    You are a sick puppy! But then you’ve always been a tad compulsive about the things you are passionate about. πŸ™‚ hope you live through the remaining nights before classes start again!

  3. Dr. Evil says:

    Well, reading something (ANYTHING!) other than a text book used to do it for me on my breaks. Of course, I also had 4-month-long summers off in salubrious places like Drayton Valley to contemplate the meaning of life at length.

    If I may suggest: something physical (karate? punching and kicking stuff is VERY cathartic; also helpful when your fiancee tries to smother you in your sleep) or something completely engaging and off in left-field (e.g. playing a musical instrument) is precisely the kind of distraction your mind could use.

    Much love from the Wet Coast.

  4. Marc says:

    Nope, it’s just crazy πŸ˜›
    Wait until you start practicing: all you’ll crave then is relief from those thoughts of polishing skills, constantly striving to improve and refine… The post-school vacuum, having an abundance of energy and drive without the excess medium to work it out on is maddening.
    But it gets better, and improvement will come with experience. Very proud and happy for you! Can’t wait for our first beer and bitch about “this one patient today…”

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