September 2010
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Simple pleasures
Adil: You know the reason I want to specialise in something procedural, right?
Melissa: No?
Adil: I love how my hands feel after a surgical scrub with Betadine.
Melissa: Seriously?!
Adil: Yep. I could do it all day.
Melissa: Doesn't that kill your skin?
Adil: No, only with Betadine. Not with the Chlorhexadine wash. Just the Betadine. I feel like my hands are reborn every time.
Melissa: ...
Adil: But that's what you need, something about your job that you love. You know a lot of anaesthetists really like the feeling of doing a successful lumbar puncture? That give when the needle goes into the spinal cord. And lots of venepuncturers love that give when they enter a vein. Or that click when the vaccutainer clicks onto the guard.
Melissa: That's kind of neat :)
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One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.
– Bob Marley (via kari-shma)
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Those that save us
Last week I met Mrs. X, a careful elderly woman who, when I asked her how she got in, shocked me by saying she walked all the way from suburbs away. We had a chat during her over 75 year old health check (which I was conducting). She told me about her walking, and how she liked being on her own. I noted that she was more isolated than a year ago from those around her but didn’t say anything....
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Aime-moi moins, mais aime-moi longtemps.
– Louis Garrel as Ismaël Bénoliel in ‘Les Chansons d’Amour’, 2007. Dir. Christophe Honoré. (via quote-book)
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Maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.
– Chuck Palahniuk (via quote-book)
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We are not makers of history. We are made by history.
– Martin Luther King Jr (via quote-book)
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Dreams from my father
“Have you ever seen a man killed?” I asked him. He glanced down, surprised by the question. “Have you” I asked again. “Yes,” he said. “Was it bloody?” “Yes.” I thought for a moment. “Why was the man killed? The one you saw.” “Because he was weak.” “That’s...
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You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally...
– Dr Seuss (via quote-book)
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There are not misfortunes for the weak hearts. The misfortune wants a strong...
– from ‘White Nights’ — Fyodor Dostoevsky (via the-write-to-bear-arms)
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Food for thought
Biting into a plump, strawberry gravid and getting strawberry-scented juice all over my fingers — an sticky, heady scent reminiscent of the earth from which it grew upon, and of sunshine. I could probably save a substantial amount of money if I didn’t insist on buying strawberries and figs so incessantly.
The list of foods I’m walled in with is growing: salted ducks eggs, dried...
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I find it incredibly sweet when friends find love...
Jonathan: I'm bringing someone too.
Melissa: How exciting! Who is it?
Jonathan: Partner.
Melissa: That woman you were telling me about in Melbourne?
Jonathan: No. People change, but I'm serious about this one.
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Book nostalgia
Rain dogged the steps of pedestrians this week. The entrance of the Alfred was slippery, full of muddy footprints from people who’d come in from the park. Having lost my umbrella some time ago on a 703 bus to Oakleigh, I hastily bought one from the hospital pharmacy.
Somehow the chill of it had gone. The first few days of September were bright, cheerful — at least in the mornings...
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I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you...
– Ernest Hemmingway
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The wilderness downtown →
Arcade Fire’s interactive music video for ‘We Used To Wait’ :) So amazing.
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Everyone has three lives: a public life, a private life, and a secret life.
– Gabriel García Márquez (via kari-shma)
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To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human...
– Anna Louise Strong (via kari-shma)
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The cleaner
The cleaner who comes to clean the student room at the hospital is an old Chinese man. Before him, there had been another who Adil reminded me was called Dale. Dale reminded me of Santa, and for some reason was under the [very false] impression that I owned a million pairs of shoes. I’d played along to humour him, harbouring a discomfort at the slightly offensive, sexist jokes about women...