so today was my first day on the VA general service - my very first rotation ever! I've been super nervous about surgery because it is the one thing I really have no familiarity with, and so much can go wrong, and there's so much to be pimped on or yelled at about. (for those of you wondering, "pimped" is med school jargon for: verbally targeted ( Read more... )

so i've not posted in a long while, and i've not really been in close touch with humans (besides the ones i can't avoid like john and my family) for a while. and i'm feeling like a crazy isolated bean with whom no-one can really empathize (yes, yes, i know that isn't true, but please let me indulge in feeling self-pity. if there is any point in my ( Read more... )

so yesterday, rachel asked me why i wasn't celebrating national poetry month by posting a poem a day, and i realized i hadn't even checked my livejournal in months and months. thus, here i am. and i will post a poem today! in other exciting news... i just found out what my rotations will be for next year; i'm really looking forward to getting out ( Read more... )

It has been a while, and this is probably nothing more than procrastination, but I was looking up some old poetry I've liked and I have two poems I really really wanted to post. All you poet aficionados...curious what you think. Much love ( Read more... )

well, I officially apologize for falling off the boat with those poems. I actually really wanted to keep going but finals came up, and let me tell you - three exams in about 5 days is a painful, painful process. But at least they're over!! I'm almost 1/4 MD! (I'm holding off on the definitive proclamation until I get my grades, just to be sure ( Read more... )

this is the first e.e.cummings poem i ever read, and by far still my favourite. I've been waiting to post it for some reason, and I post it for yesterday. I love the levels of e.e.cummings' poetry - every time I read this, I feel like I get more out of it.

since feeling is first
since feeling is first ( Read more... )

Jenny Kissed Me
by Leigh  Hunt

Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in: Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kissed me.

If you were coming in the fall ( Read more... )

This is a poem I loved back in high school; we read it for an english class (which was about my only exposure to poetry at the time).

This morning, I spent a while looking through poems to find one I thought was appropriate. I looked at poems of grief, mourning, faith, hope, and all I could think was that none of them evoked the sense I wanted from ( Read more... )

Young and Old
by Charles  Kingsely

When all the world is young, lad,
And all the trees are green
And every goose a swan, lad,
And every lass a queen;
Then hey for boot and horse, lad,
And 'round the world away
Young blood must have its course, lad,
And every dog his day.

When all the world is old, lad,
And all the trees are brown
And all the sport is ( Read more... )