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Anais Vionet Jul 2023
Lisa and I were watching one of our favorite series last night, a Japanese manga called “The Way of the Househusband” and I could barely keep my eyes open. I went to bed at a decent hour (11:30) but when I got in bed, I couldn’t sleep, I just laid there. It was rude and caused me to oversleep.

I don’t mean to brag, but I can go from oversleeping, to bushed and showered in less than 15 minutes, I’m really a marvel of efficiency (with still wet hair), especially since we wear scrubs.
I grabbed my iPad, stuffed it in my rucksack, and hey, I was ready to go.

In the living room, it took me a moment to situate myself - it was a very noisy and disorienting environment - what with Lisa yelling at me for running late, but soon we were off.

Just a girl, her lemon ginger Kombucha, and her angry roommate, ready to face the world.

We stepped out into the morning and.. Ughh! I’d forgotten my AirPods. I double checked, not there.
Lisa gives me a threatening look. “PLEASE,” I begged, desperately, “MY AIRPODS!”
“OH, my GOD!” Lisa said, glancing, irritatedly at the Apple Watch I gave her for her birthday.

I ran up the stairs and was back in NO time, really, really ready to go.
Just a girl, her Kombucha, AirPods and angrier roommate, ready to face the world.

My sister’s apartment is about 7 walking minutes from the hospital. As we were walking, I had my AirPods in and was rolling with Kanye. I in NO way endorse his CrAzY. But If I start the day out, with “Through the Wire” and “Jesus walks,” I’m tweaked for whatever gamut Rebecca (my surgeon) has in store for me. I paused the slaps, momentarily, as we passed a herd of boys, but I was bouncing again in a blink.

Lisa and I are in the second week of our two-month, summer fellowships - shadowing surgeons (different surgeons) for “clinical experience.” The first thing I do every workday morning is bring Rebecca a large coffee (from the cafeteria). She comes in at 5:30am every morning of the week and leaves God-knows-when - certainly, well after we do at 4:30pm.

She spends the three hours before I come in, reviewing patient notes and surgical plans. I gently rapped on her open door. She doesn’t look up, but she knows it’s me.
“Good morning,” I whisper, Rebecca’s seated at her desk, working on her laptop. I set the coffee on her right side and after I remove the pre-existing empty cups, I hesitate.

“What’s up,” she says, leaning into her screen to check something as she keys to enlarge it.
“I have a small question,” I say, “Are we supposed to be filling out timecards?” She doesn’t say anything, continuing to examine the - whatever. After a few seconds, I added:
“Quinn said we have to fill out timecards.”

“Did he?” Rebacca asked, rhetorically, after a bit. She’d stopped studying the screen and gotten a faraway look. Then, after another moment, she said, “Well, bless his heart,” which made me chuckle, because we’re both southern girls and that’s shorthand for “f**k him.”

“Thank you.” she says (for the coffee). I’d been dismissed.
We have rounds in twenty minutes.
BLT Marriam Webster word of the day challenge: Gamut: “a series of related things.”
Anais Vionet Jun 2023
I’ve only been at my fellowship gig a week, but It’s official, I’m a candy-striper. Sort of, I wear a blue vest, not the old, red-striped dress, but it’s the same job. I shadow my surgeon (Rebecca) most of the time, like when she does her rounds but otherwise, I study or try to be helpful by delivering specimens to the lab, messengering things from Rebecca to other doctors or assisting the nursing staff with very minor, mundane things.

My training, so far, has consisted more of what-nots than anything else. “You are not a doctor, you don’t comment, don’t advise, don’t touch anything, don’t perform CPR and if a medical emergency occurs, get out of the way - put your back against the wall.” I made up the “back against the wall” part but that’s the soul of it. I’m just an observant pair of eyes and ears or a Yale lampshade.

When Rebecca (my surgeon) does rounds, she usually has five or six interns in tow (medical school graduates who are first-year residents). The interns review patient charts and get quizzed about symptoms, their meanings and possible treatments. It’s very interesting to watch the process up close - these people are wicked-smart (that’s a Boston saying).

Growing up, my parents were both doctors. I found myself standing, listlessly, a million times, waiting in hospital corridors or by nurses' stations for one or both of them to break free so we could leave. I was exposed to 17 years of medical jargon, as they discussed treatments with other doctors or passed on their final instructions for the night. I’d roll my eyes impatiently, but I guess I absorbed more than I realized. I can pretty much follow the consults as they do the rounds.

I met two new people last week, who I think I’ll see a lot of - Jammie and Quinn. They’re both rising-juniors and fellows, from other schools, working with other surgeons. Jammie’s a handsome, gay, black man from Georgetown University (my brother Brice’s Alma mater). He’s loud, fun and smart, very smart.

Quinn, on the other hand, seems like a short, officious little ****. When we were introduced, he cast his eyes over me slowly and deliberately like a frat-boy or an experienced stock ******* and from the way he talks, you’d think he owned the place. He’s from some second rate, local college, called Harvard.

Funny story, Jammie and I had just met and we were looking-up some fellowship information, on his laptop, I was looking over his shoulder and as he flipped around - his computer files and folders were SO organized - there wasn’t a stray file anywhere - not one. As we were huddled closely together I said, conversationally, because where I come from it means nothing and I guess I have no filters, “Are you gay?” He cringed, shocked, and laughingly said “SHHH!” He wasn’t “out” at work. I swore his secret safe and we became fast friends.

Jammie, besides being a molecular, cellular, and developmental biology major (pre-med track), is an observational comedian and as he’s thinking out loud - at a hundred miles an hour - I wish I could record him, so I could play him back later, slowly and deliciously to take it all in. We had lunch together in the cafeteria Friday and when our time was up, I discovered I hadn’t eaten anything. I’d been too busy listening to him open-mouthed or laughing.

I also realized I’m spoiled and not used to working indoors all day. We come in at 8 and we're released at 4:30. It’s almost a shock to see the sky isn’t fluorescent-lit and the breeze isn’t tainted with antiseptic smells. That was fellowship week 1.
BLT Marriam Webster word of the day challenge: Officious: "a nobody who gives unwanted advice like he’s the boss"
ShininGale Aug 2021
𝒲𝒾𝓈𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝓃 𝓈𝒶𝓎𝓈, 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝑜𝓁𝓈... 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓼 𝓸𝓾𝓽!

𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲:

𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺
𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 "𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯?"

𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦.

𝐌𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫:

𝘠𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺!
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬, 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳
𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳.

𝘙𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵.
𝘍𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘫𝘰𝘣, 𝘦𝘵𝘤.
𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸,

𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮'𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩✨
I saw this post in Facebook and I did share it with these exact thought.
Before writing this I answered my friends post here in HePo, I just got inspire to remind other people the luck we have in others, the fellowship, love, and relationship... That who knows when or where it would end, but let's just hope to have a longer grip with these amazing gifts.

Stop overthinking and overlooking important things that is in front of you right now! Start appreciate the things and people that gives you happiness, comfort and love! Ought to understand, because by then we might have a GREAT GOOD WORLD!
Ylzm Apr 2021
we each walk our paths, many did not find theirs
rushing here and there, heeding voices and examples
the company of others comforting but void
and without you becoming the whole is marred
annh Oct 2020
ᗩ ᗷᑌTTEᖇᖴIᑎGEᖇEᗪ ᖴEᒪᒪOᗯᔕᕼIᑭ Oᖴ TᗯEᒪᐯE
ᑭᒪᗩYIᑎG ᑕᗩTᑕᕼ ᗯITᕼ ᗰY ᑕOᑎᔕᑕIOᑌᔕᑎEᔕᔕ.
'When all the archetypes burst out shamelessly, we plumb Homeric profundity. Two clichés make us laugh but a hundred clichés move us because we sense dimly that the clichés are talking among themselves, celebrating a reunion.'
- Umberto Eco, Travels in Hyperreality
Harley Hucof Jul 2020
It is from your synthetic relations that i learn
what to make of, and how to observe
the traumas that once occured.

Translated into words
To lighten up the burden
Of the destiny flowing in my nerves.

Chosen for me or impregnated
The path is created
Before the men that walks it to get mutated
Together in your synthetic relashionships.

Words Of Harfouchism
Aliens are the new religion
Mystic Ink Plus Apr 2020
If you have to
Fall in love

Fall in love
With everything
That doesn't
Your heart
Fall in love
With your dreams
A better tomorrow
Fall in love
With the morning sun
And the exquisite moon
Fall in love
With the path
Where you can spend
Rest of the life

Fall in love
What free your soul
Fall in love
Where falling is
Peace of mind
And rising

When ready
Genre: Observational
Theme: Bliss
marianne Dec 2019
The arbutus is brave
sheds itself in long, showy
strips, aflame
leaving the fair frailest
skin exposed, willing
knife’s tip of lovers’ claim
holding earth together, scar tissue
marking life
line, root’s depth
patient power

I remember my infant skin
cut, the drowning, breaking surface
with half a breath remaining, and the hollow
I scratched out and burrowed into
that day, undone

Now, underneath the heat
and itch, the crust
my skin inflamed
the fair frailest part of me
thirsty for that cooling breeze, willing
fellowship with sun and knife
to shed and bump against
a tangled life

How else will roots reach down
and down
to find the source
of ancient power?
Matthew Sanchez Sep 2019
Think of it as a Vacation (For the New Comers to Treatment)
                    Written by: Matthew J. Sanchez Age:(23)
                                            August 10, 2019

For the empty souls who think their life is at a loss,
I've got a letter folded up, that's as simple as a coin toss
But here's the thing it's not always easy
It leaves you sad, mad, isolated, constantly feeling uneasy
It's a disease we have to fight with every single day
A war within a substance that only traps us in a haze
Lost in a dark room; a dark minded struggling maze.. wasting away
the years with each passing day.
You have to know when enough is enough,..
Or it'll only tear you apart ending in death, institutions or handcuffs
Therefor the choice is yours!
No more excuses to avoid opening an unlocked door,
Make the big decision or you'll be nevermore
It's time for you to open your mind ,discover new places you've never
The choice is yours for the taking, cause the withdrawals will only leave
you nauseous and shaking
Or even worst it can lead you to a hollow grave, an eternal rest in
which you can never escape
So take the time we're granted as an advantage for yourself
Find who you truly are and travel far to escape that internal Hell
Because if you really think about it, this is like a Grand Vacation
To ease your pain, and find a way to be saved through Rehabilitation
The choice is yours, to spread your wings and soar
Smash this disease into nothing, and finally walk through the door.
To the addicts still struggling out there, just know that it's not over for you. Everyday is a new day to start over with a better life, just gotta make that first step, and you gotta really want to overcome the disease of addiction. God Bless to the ones in recovery and to the addicts still out there struggling.
Ylzm Aug 2019
tattoos, the mark of Cain
instinctively inducing revulsion
stirring a mix of fear and hate
and of contempt and pity

today a common mark of man
mistaking individuality for identity
abhorrence for affirmation of being
and grotesque debasement for beauty

the mark of exile, rejection, and wickedness
now of fellowship, freedom, and choice
embracing the perverse to shock as all children do
now permanently etched, defiant without understanding

perhaps it is fitting and timely now
for the world is going the way of Cain
the mark of man is yet another sign
manifesting openly for those given to see
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