May 28, 2011 20:39
Once more, my Hedgehog is on call and I am at home bored. But now I am at home bored in Saskatoon, and there are no cats to keep me company. And I'm engaged. And a doctor.
Growth has continued as a slow stretching towards light and purpose.
I know how a pager works.
I know how hospitals work (at least a little).
I still don't know how the human body works, but I'm in psychiatry now, so do I need to? (yes, the answer is very much yes, but it's a big subject and I have four years yet to try and get a handle on it).
This growth though, it has not been the growth I may have wanted.
There was a young tree growing inside me like Sophia planted herself in Israel, lending meaning and purpose and a sense of wonder to the world. And some days I feel as if perhaps it has not been fed the way it needs to be. As if my growth towards light has stopped being towards the sun and become towards a 60 watt bulb. My soul is turning stringy and yellow from being shut up in the world of medicine, and no longer has the strength to seek out what is real.
Also I want a house so that I can curl up with kitties again when I'm tired and lonely. They helped.