Driving through the Saskatchewan countryside today with clouds looming and sun breaking through and fields of yellow canola revealed in peaks past green rolling hills. There were flooded low fields filled with ducks I can't name and small stands of trees huddling against the massive sky. At one point the road wound through soft hills blocking out ( Read more... )

So, continuing my last post from so long ago ( Read more... )

I would like to bring my own attention to the post of May 28, 2006. I find it fitting that that was posted just about five years ago. My dream: a small house, a cat, a garden and stability. I was going to change that to say my dream then, but it wasn't just my dream then, it is my dream now and has been what I have been wishing and yearning ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

So, I found a site that has this whole list of things you can do when you're bored. Such as watching TV and repeating everything they say with an italian accent. Or pretending you're a robot. Generally quality ways of entertaining yourself. And then, a really good song came on. And, two cats are curled up on my bed being sweethearts. Good

On a completely different note, there's a neat feeling of satisfaction wandering around a hospital in the middle of the night when only the nurses and the cleaning staff are there, checking on patients, and actually having a vague notion of how a pager works (I'm accepting learning how my pager works as my goal for the end of my CTU rotation, ( Read more... )

"If you feel that way, why did you go into medicine ( Read more... )

There is something melancholy in my soul tonight. Some mad desire for something. SOMETHING. But I don't know what ( Read more... )

There is a mad fragility to the human body. We are nothing but skin, fat, muscle and bone, wrapped around nerves that could snap, blood vessels that could burst, organs that can be punctured, bruised, torn. And yet we get out of our beds, leave the house, walk through this world filled with sharp objects, hard surfaces, wheely chairs (they've ( Read more... )

I should be studying. Or prepping for the mcat class I'm teaching tomorrow. Or doing some readings on disability. Actually, that reminds me, I need to go sign up for symposium spots at the diability conference. Bye :)