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Family, Life, School

I thought we could consider it at least…

01.23.10 | Comment?

In response to my suggestion that we foster a Haitian orphan, Joel gingerly and diplomatically offered the following:

“I think it would be a mistake… as one might charitably describe us as… ‘barely keeping it afloat’. I agree with your sentiment, and it would be great if something like that were feasible.”

During the unrelated argument we later had, we wondered if maybe the child would prefer his or her current situation to any tumultuous craziness here. Amidst a heated debate over whether or not unintentionally forgetting to start the washer full of peed-upon sheets (thanks, Zoe) was a cardinal sin, there was some mention of the unavailability of pain medication stronger than ibuprofen for life-saving limb amputations. For some this sobering fact might have put things in perspective long enough to acknowledge the ridiculous pettiness of the original offense. (Though, for completeness, it did neither in that moment nor for at least an hour.) In the end we decided that he or she would be sleeping happily like Zoe was, and thus unaware of said argument, so that was moot. Now the waking crazy… Time will tell. Zoe will let us and/or her therapist(s) know how that turns out.

Anyway, while the idea came from a real place and a deep ache for the people experiencing horrendous tragedy, obviously there are more effective ways for us to help the world in our own way. As happens with any acute awareness of a particular catastrophe, the cascade begins and I’m reminded of all the things that need fixing. Add that to my two months and counting stint of listening to NPR instead of Top 40 while I get ready in the morning (meaning I now get 15 minutes of news instead of whatever gets filtered to me from Joel), plus my two main lunch time lecture series: one on health care reform and another on serving the homeless population, and there’s a bangin’ pity/outrage/inspiration party. Everyone’s invited. Sigh.

Meanwhile I’m doing what I hope is a step toward my part of it: studying. The first block of exams begins Tuesday – but then you knew that, because I’m writing again ;). I love my classes, particularly neuroscience and neuroanatomy lab. Micro has potential. Last semester’s knowledge is coming in handy (even that bitch biochem, though don’t tell her I said that). I’ve grown fonder of the classmates I already liked, met a few more who didn’t repulse me, and had my initial opinions confirmed on a few. So it’s somewhere between a wash and an ever-so-slight incline on the class personality front. I managed not to spazz during my last few standardized patient encounters. A little confidence goes a long way, and I get that from practice and preparation. (P, p, p. Too much Dr. Seuss. Which I would like to read to a Haitian orphan before bed. NOW who can’t complete a thought?!)

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