Who’s a successful doctor? Especially when we can succeed or fail in a number of ways like financially, in family, career, friendships and society… all these are important and yet it is hard to succeed in all of them. All of these have the potential to be of great concern in choosing a specialty as a doctor or any career for that matter. But I also think that for all health professionals, one thing remains most important by far and that is patient care. Care for the patient is still more important than any other factor because of the nature of the commitment we made when we first set out on this journey, to be the protectors of life and good health and these, life and good health, are invaluable.
When I confessed in a post that I suffer from depression, a lot of my friends took interest in my mental health. A few (very few) were willing to consider my claims but the vast majority were not buying it. They thought that I was over appraising my symptoms and that basing on their own observations, I was a very happy guy. Now I know I was wrong to diagnose myself as I couldn’t have been objective about it. I have been psychoanalyzed by a specialist but his verdict was not to the specificity that I offered in that post. For this reason, I have since deleted that post from here. Nonetheless, I still have depressive symptoms from time to time which is how I have the audacity to continue writing about it.
I was chatting with a friend the other day when the subject of whores came up. Particularly, what’s a woman’s number got to be to earn her the title whore? I was shocked by his opinion. By his definition, nearly all women were whores. So I hoped to challenge him by noting, “So you are most likely going to marry a whore,” and to this, he replied, “Definitely, for me, I accepted a long time ago that I would marry a whore!”
Recently I offended a lady and she said to me, “You know wearing trousers is not sufficient for being a man.” And of that, I thought, well of course! For instance, women wear trousers; I don’t think of them as men, do I? But then she wasn’t just offering a piece of common information but rather implying that I was not a man.
I have been going to the gym since late Jan and these are the results:
While there I met a guy; interesting one actually! It was my first time at the gym and since he had joined only a week after me, also for his first time, we were naturally paired as gym partners. Other than his francophone accent and undeniable novelty to the scene, his unapologetic social skills made him pop out of the background of gym rats.
Love is jealous. So jealous that even God is jealous. Not even God almighty is above the jealousy that comes with love. He is so jealous that he committed atrocities out of jealousy. It so follows that the more loving you are, the more jealous you get.
It’s like we all have to belong some where: if not A then B, if not male then female, if not ‘for’ then ‘against’. True, some sets are mutually exclusive and the compliment of AUB is zero, but those sets only serve to define our most basic demographics like age, sex and sometimes race. Yet the outlines of even these are sometimes blurry.