Love Will See You Through
“Walk into splintered sunlight
Inch your way through dead dreams
to another land
Maybe you’re tired and broken
Your tongue is twisted
with words half spoken
and thoughts unclear
What do you want me to do
to do for you to see you through
A box of rain will ease the pain
and love will see you through”- Lyrics from “Box of Rain” by The Grateful Dead
I just got home from a 16-hour day at the hospital. Adolescent boys galore.
Highlights from the day:
1. I made the decision to stay on the adolescent boys unit for another month. More on that to come soon. But the staff on my unit did seem pleased.
2. A nurse on another unit saying to me, “are you an emergency psychiatrist?” based solely on her impression of me from minimal interaction (and no emergency). That’s cool.
3. Getting accosted by a crowd of Hasidic Jews with sticks. (Lulavs are cool!)
4. Letting a kid beat me in spades as a form of therapy (no, but seriously, I could have won!)
5. Walking home in the rain. Not because I have to. Because I want to.
6. Egg and cheese with tomato on whole wheat toast sandwiches from cart guys who say to me, “hey doc, the usual?”
7. A wonderfully sweet mentally retarded (intellectually challenged) patient identifying me as “the nicest nurse.”
8. Diagnosing cellulitis.
9. Fist bumping.
10. Words half spoken.
Photo: Taken on my walk home from the hospital in the rain.