The title says it all. I am usually not one for sentimentality, but the phrase "absence makes the heart grow fonder" rings true as I reflect on this week.
It's been a crazy week at work--lots of running around (literally), digging (data), transporting (data), and brooding (over more data). Earlier this week I found some premature gray hair on the left side of my head. Either the stress is manifesting itself in a novel way, or the old woman in me is finally surfacing after all these years.
There have many, many planned and spontaneous meetings about different diseases. People are referred to by last names or simply "the guy we did today" or "the woman with the huge aneurysm". Information on blood gases, electrolyte counts, etc, are entered into spreadsheets that go on forever. Things like favorite ice-cream flavor, when they first fell in love and their greatest hope and fear are nowhere to be found in there.
Amidst all of this, I realize how much I miss MOC. I miss going into a room simply to share with someone a tune that has just arrived into my head. I miss seeing smiles (and sometimes tears) on faces like mine--two eyes, one nose, one mouth--not numbers or symbols.
I miss the human aspect of medicine, not just the chemical or biological.
Till next week, I wish you all healthy and blessed days.
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Reflections on volunteering with Musicians On Call
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