Words Are So Inadequate
“It’s strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words”
- T. S. Eliot
Today is Tuesday and I had the extraordinary gift of having the day off. Yesterday, I spent my morning working in the clinic and then spent the rest of the day running around the hospital campus trying to get “certified.” I am changing my pay source as a PGY-2 and hence need to go through a lot of the same rigamarole as I did last year. (Can you believe I am actually soon to be a PGY-2?!)
I shall spare you the gruesome details but a portion of my day was spent doing “fit testing,” which is basically where you have to try on particulate masks to make sure that you have the right size. The two videos in this post are “tests” that I was subjected to. The stuff being sprayed in the video is saccharin mist. I had to turn my head all around and then read a poem about rainbows while wearing the mask. Strange? Even for me, it was a bit freaky.
Today I went for a killer 12+ mile run with my friend Chris to the Verrazano Bridge and back (we would have run OVER the bridge, but alas, there is no pedestrian walk way on that bridge).
Click Here to View the Photos from the Run (the ones at the beginning of the set)
I then ran a bunch of errands and am now about to chillax and read some psychiatry “homework” assignments.
Life is good. Life is strange. Life is wonderful.