No Time To Get Down Cause I’m Moving UP
“It’s a conniption, fit from the microphones flit
I take it higher like a bird on a wire, retire the fire
I never cause I’m just moving on up
Choosin’ to touch, the unseen, craving the clutch
The most inevitable, legible pyro-mania
Slaying the devil, and sendin em back to Transylvania
Strangely enough, I evolved that side of the ghetto
but my heavy metal, will settle the puppets like Gepetto
Damm, if mirrors were created by sand
then I’m looking in the water for reflections of man
Understand the minds above time when it’s empty
Emcee, Tragically Hip – Ahead by a Century
No time to get down cause I’m moving up
No time to get down cause I’m moving up
No time to get down cause I’m moving up
Ahh, haa… check out the crabs in the bucket”
- K-OS “Crabbuckit”
I’m so tired right now, it’s really not even funny. Lyrics above are from my new favorite walk to the hospital song.
So many thoughts rumbling around my brain right now.
I was on call today and worked for about 16 hours.
I’m starting to get the hang of this whole inpatient medicine thang. But now I only have 3 more days left.
Will sleep for a few hours tonight.
I drew a lot of blood today. I called a lot of consults. I performed a rectal examination. I discharged. I sedated a psychotic patient so that I could draw his blood and infuse him with IV antibiotics. I sent blood cultures. I put a patient on respiratory precautions. I counseled an HIV+ woman. I talked to cardiology.
I felt like a doctor.
I wish.
I mean really wish.
That I had the energy and time to share all of my stories from the day.
I have so many.
But.
No.
More.
Energy.
Promise.
More.
To come.
Photo: Taken on my walk to the hospital.