Hey kid/s,
here I am again with my boring odd stories that however help you sleep a bit. Today in a hurry. I have been doing quite a bit of nothing the whole evening long but still I feel unease to see the clock figures fading away the very few occasions I look at the upper left corner of the screen.
I shall well tell you nothing interesting about the jour, we just surfed pass it, But many things happened despite none of them might fit the desire of your ears.
I had strong memories of Talavera this morning, I’d better say recurrent feelings and, as it couldn’t be less, most of them were linked to the amazing medical experience I had there. Despite Pio Baroja would had include it in his «Arbol the la ciencia» without a blink, the real experience was at the same time less gross and more deep.
I would definitely recommend you to follow the way of our latin-american colleagues and their «rural stage», but at the start of your specialist practice. It is not that Talavera was a little village at all. Not only you’d find an «El Corte Inglés» on it’s city center, you’ll find a capital city of a hugely diverse region framed beyond political borders by geographical accidents will. I don’t want to go too deep on the description of the place that urbanists of the time called «the ugliest city ever». One day you should visit, just as any other place. Let me just tell you: from La Vera to the lake, having madrilean Gran Vía as your holiday escape, on that way to Lisboa that you could theoretically sail, you would have to make a big effort not to feel as a king on its domain. Beware, there are as many kings as citizens, you’d better not forget.
Enough Talavera for the day.
I have doubts about the next bit. I was part of a quite remarkable surgical hit today. You would think I got to solve a difficult technical problem, or I managed through a mess of clinical information and images through to a brilliant diagnosis. None.
I had the opportunity to be a real assistant to a new surgeon on is very first solo on a particular type of procedure. It is not that I assisted with the tools, not even much with the strategy, none with the planning. Still it made me remember of so many previous OR assisting experiences, since Medical College to the day: the thrill of performing the intervention with all the time and energy devoted to your brain, none wasted on your hands, the huge power given by being an (almost) mute support. Could seem boring or lame to you as a young doctor but realize you have all the advantages, the perspective, the lack of stress… and none of the risk. You have much more time to think about different possibilities, gestures, tools… Of course you shouldn’t make those preferences too public or you’ll never get to be a first operator yourself. Yes, being first operator is also quite an important way to learn ;).
Any case, remember nephew, in case you choose to get into this path: no time in an OR is wasted while your brain is awake and calm.
As said, not much to give a damm. The water yesterday was a pipe leak that someone enjoyed to crack. Today the windows are trembling and it’s as much impossible to explain. Each day in this moon of ours is one step deeper on the sand of a desert that we can’t just picture as a whole. Hope to read you soon.
Have a rest now nephew. Be prompt later.
Big hug.
J.
España XXI 