A few weeks ago, I apologized for the appalling lack of blogging and promised all 2.4 readers I would have a few juicy posts coming up in the next few weeks…
Well, not so much lied as failed to act on my promise, and will probably continue to do so, at least until late November.
For you see, I’m now in my 1st week of my 5th term of 5th year – meaning I have around 9 weeks to re-learn and remember every tidbit of information I have come across this year – from the core material in the lectures, to the spot quizzes from overly zealous vascular surgeons pressing me for information about the most recent double-blinded, randomized control trial published in the Australian Journal of Unnecessary Pedantics studying the pharmacological treatment of Inflated Head Syndrome [Surgical registrar Type I].
[Incidentally, the study found no statistical difference in outcome between pharmacological treatment and a brick to the head, P < 0.01]
Anyways, with the impossible amount of study I am yet to do, I have found myself losing patience with everyone around me. It seems, there aren’t enough hours in the day and I have been getting increasingly annoyed with people who insist on wasting my precious time. So, when my (lovely, helpful) registrar suggested my colleague and I do *extra* psychiatric on-call evenings, all kinds of hideous profanities started going off in my head (and some in the ensuring conversation I had with my colleague). 5th year, it seems, has transformed me from an incurable optimist into a raving nihilist, so much so that my conversations with my husband have flipped from:
Keags: We should do X, Y and Z.
Phoeb: frolicking into the sunset Sounds like fun, I’m so excited! Yay!
Keags: We should do X, Y and Z.
Phoeb: Deadpan You haven’t considered the variables, A, B and C. Logistically, that’s never going to work. Seriously, we may even end up dead. We probably will. Do you want us to die?
Well, there’s always my chocolate and coffee shoppee… which, is as doomed as my medical career thanks to the GFC, as my fellow medico Joel so kindly pointed out.
But, I’ll end on a good note. Thankfully there is one thing (or rather, person) I trust will get me through the next 9 weeks. You might have heard of him. He’s your friendly, neighbourhood Lord and saviour, Jesus Christ, who works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose (Rom 8:28).
For the director of music. A psalm of David.
1 The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
2 Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they display knowledge.
3 There is no speech or language
where their voice is not heard. [a]
4 Their voice [b] goes out into all the earth,
their words to the ends of the world.
In the heavens he has pitched a tent for the sun,
5 which is like a bridegroom coming forth from his pavilion,
like a champion rejoicing to run his course.
6 It rises at one end of the heavens
and makes its circuit to the other;
nothing is hidden from its heat.
7 The law of the LORD is perfect,
reviving the soul.
The statutes of the LORD are trustworthy,
making wise the simple.
8 The precepts of the LORD are right,
giving joy to the heart.
The commands of the LORD are radiant,
giving light to the eyes.
9 The fear of the LORD is pure,
The ordinances of the LORD are sure
and altogether righteous.
10 They are more precious than gold,
than much pure gold;
they are sweeter than honey,
than honey from the comb.
11 By them is your servant warned;
in keeping them there is great reward.
12 Who can discern his errors?
Forgive my hidden faults.
13 Keep your servant also from willful sins;
may they not rule over me.
Then will I be blameless,
innocent of great transgression.
14 May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart
be pleasing in your sight,
O LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer.