The sour unsettling of my stomach resolved and moved on to
plague another unsuspecting individual elsewhere. I didn’t miss it and busied
myself the remainder of March enjoying a month of pure operating. I would head
to the OR bright and early, in time for the MidHudson OR to get up and running.
I would then stay and only leave once all the cases were done and rooms shut
down for the day. For the most part that ment a full day. But on the rare
occasion, cases ended early and I would find myself with a Spring afternoon and
no further case pending. I took advantage.
The Rail Trail
Looking South down the Hudson from the Walkway Over the Hudson
Looking South down the Hudson from the Walkway Over the Hudson
Due to our 24hr call schedule that was implemented this year I have been
able to use the majority of my post call days to run in the afternoons. Done
more out of need for sanity than for bodily wellbeing. My own personal
self-therapy session. With music in my ears, and eyes focused on the path in
front of me, I pass the time mulling over interactions and issues, decisions
made or failed and attempting to solve the world’s problems in my head, all the
while, willing my coronaries to fill and blood to flow and heart to
strengthen. Doing what I can to withstand the grind and survive the system.
I’m back at Westchester now. Back to reality. I need to go
for a run!
Much Love.
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