...And I'm Back
By now you've felt it; the symptoms of withdrawal are full blown. You're shaking--hallucinating even as the days turn into a week, the week into a fortnight, the fortnight nearly stretching into a month. You've come to depend on this journ like an English baby suckling on a wet-nurse, clinging on as long and hard as possible knowing that a lonely future of boarding schools and patrician discipline lay ahead. Well, fret no more. Today you get your fix, a little reward for being so patient and loyal.
Just wot has he gotten into?
A lot and nothing all at once. The times, they were tough and thought the road may have wound I soldiered on, and kept faith that things would improve. In short, I had what amounted to a 1/3rd life crisis. This coincided with the return of, Hope, my protege. She seems to find me when my personal life is in chaos--come to think of it, the late unpleasantness happened about this time last year...I felt horrible leaving her to her own devices as I tried to put out the fire in my heart on the phone. But she was cool about it: Oh Dr. N. your life is always so crazy, but you seem much happier this time! She's so positive. It's so cute. It makes me sick.
But rather than bitch about not having a life, I went out and tried to live one. I burned the proverbial wick at both ends and tried not to get singed. But there are only so many hours in a day and I'm older now and can't stay up as late anymore so concessions were made. The acute decrease in posting was one side effect--I just didn't have the time/energy.
Also, I had a massive case of writer's block.
Time with Hope also prepared me for my first real student. Sure, I've had a few before, but I never taught for a grade. This was it--finally to the big time, finally achieving a long held career goal. I discovered long ago that I liked talking about medicine much more than practicing it. Teaching was a good way to do that but teaching doesn't pay squat. This adjunct professorship was the best of all worlds: academia and a decent paycheck. Now all I had to do was make sure I knew something and could convey that kernel of knowledge in a way that was easily understandable. Hope and Thais helped me hone my didactic skills. They--we did quite well and they got a their just rewards: Hope a good letter of recommendation and Thais an "A-".*
So there you have it. I worked. I worked out. I taught. I languished. I went out. Went to shows. Went to festivals. Took some pictures. I even launched a rocket or two. But rather than regale you stories of my newfound awesomeness, I felt discretion was more apropos. But I know you want to feel the frisson that is being me, so I'm writing this for you. Just for you. And you too. And, okay, me too.
And to not bore you with too much text, here is a pretty picture. There are more like it, just click on it to get to my photostream and you can see for yourself a bit of what I've been doing.
Also, for those wanting to read more about work, worry not. I have a few stories. I'm just trying to get the words just so. Patience, mein liebchen, you too shall bask in schadenfreude soon.
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* I'm historically a hard grader, so an "A" no matter what type is pretty damn good. I don't think I'm alone in thinking this.
Just wot has he gotten into?
A lot and nothing all at once. The times, they were tough and thought the road may have wound I soldiered on, and kept faith that things would improve. In short, I had what amounted to a 1/3rd life crisis. This coincided with the return of, Hope, my protege. She seems to find me when my personal life is in chaos--come to think of it, the late unpleasantness happened about this time last year...I felt horrible leaving her to her own devices as I tried to put out the fire in my heart on the phone. But she was cool about it: Oh Dr. N. your life is always so crazy, but you seem much happier this time! She's so positive. It's so cute. It makes me sick.
But rather than bitch about not having a life, I went out and tried to live one. I burned the proverbial wick at both ends and tried not to get singed. But there are only so many hours in a day and I'm older now and can't stay up as late anymore so concessions were made. The acute decrease in posting was one side effect--I just didn't have the time/energy.
Also, I had a massive case of writer's block.
Time with Hope also prepared me for my first real student. Sure, I've had a few before, but I never taught for a grade. This was it--finally to the big time, finally achieving a long held career goal. I discovered long ago that I liked talking about medicine much more than practicing it. Teaching was a good way to do that but teaching doesn't pay squat. This adjunct professorship was the best of all worlds: academia and a decent paycheck. Now all I had to do was make sure I knew something and could convey that kernel of knowledge in a way that was easily understandable. Hope and Thais helped me hone my didactic skills. They--we did quite well and they got a their just rewards: Hope a good letter of recommendation and Thais an "A-".*
So there you have it. I worked. I worked out. I taught. I languished. I went out. Went to shows. Went to festivals. Took some pictures. I even launched a rocket or two. But rather than regale you stories of my newfound awesomeness, I felt discretion was more apropos. But I know you want to feel the frisson that is being me, so I'm writing this for you. Just for you. And you too. And, okay, me too.
And to not bore you with too much text, here is a pretty picture. There are more like it, just click on it to get to my photostream and you can see for yourself a bit of what I've been doing.
Also, for those wanting to read more about work, worry not. I have a few stories. I'm just trying to get the words just so. Patience, mein liebchen, you too shall bask in schadenfreude soon.
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* I'm historically a hard grader, so an "A" no matter what type is pretty damn good. I don't think I'm alone in thinking this.