Thursday, July 21, 2016

Life sucks, and then you die.

Work  is good now. Everything else pretty much sucks. I could blog about the sucky stuff in my family. Most of it, for the benefit of anyone who really cares, is not my immediate family in particular. They're peripherally involved and I don't necessarily appreciate the ways in which they're dealing with it, but neither my parents nor my brother are the direct impetus.

I'm choosing not to air the specifics of my family's dysfunctionality as it relates to me in this particular instance primarily because any discussion of it in this forum would be a source of mirth to some of my least favorite relatives. While it might seem as though I have delusions of grandeur (and perhaps I do to an extent, but I'm not exaggerating in this particular context), extended family members who dislike me would be amused by the knowledge that my feelings have been hurt -- perhaps carelessly but perhaps intentionally, and even if it wasn't intentional, the person most certainly should have known that his or her actions would have been perceived as hurtful -- by a member of the family. Some would say that I'm harming myself more than I have been harmed by the person whose actions have offended me. This may or may not be true. Nevertheless, I refuse to deny my feelings at this time. I won't bury them and go along with the good old Mormon adage that all is well when all is not presently well with me.

The surgical rotation is fascinating. I learn several new things each day, which is as it should be. Were I not learning new things on a regular basis at this point of my career, something would be seriously wrong either with me or with the system. Those I am working with are, for the most part, decent human beings. Such will not always be the case, but it's a blessing that for the present, I don't have to deal with a-holes at work.

I'll have at least the next two weekends off. It sounds somewhat contradictory to say that work is delightful and then to express my gratitude at having weekends off, but I've found that almost nothing is made better by sleep deprivation. For now, I'll take every weekend off that I can get, and I'll be happy about it.

I'm sorry to come across as such a Negative Nancy right now, but it's not the most joyous time of my life, or at least I hope it is not. If this is as good as it gets, I'm not sure what is the point of anything.


  1. Family can suck. Believe me, I get it. They are the source of much joy for some and much misery for many others.

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