I Had My Wounds
“When I stand before thee at the day’s end, thou shalt see my scars and know that I had my wounds and also my healing”
- Rabindranath Tagore
It’s 5:00 p.m. on a Sunday evening. I had to work at the hospital this morning at 7 a.m. but as I had very few patients and since it was my attending’s day off, it ended up being a short day. I was feeling yucky and sick, but instead of doing what sane people do and resting, I went for an amazing 11-mile run.
I’m probably a bit masochistic for doing stuff like this, but as the very cheesy saying goes, “no pain, no gain.” For me, it’s kind of more like the above quote, “no wounds, no healing.”
Right now there is reggae music blasting outside of my window. I basically live in what I call “The Little Caribbean,” meaning that my neighborhood is predominantly Caribbean folks, so loud reggae music is what I’m used to. It actually reminds me a lot of living in Dominica, which makes me smile…
That is all for now. Enjoy the photos with this post…1) Taken this morning on my walk to the hospital. 2) Taken this afternoon on my run back into Brooklyn.