If you guys read this blog regularly, you know I like sharing my thoughts with others. Last post I covered my views on religion and this post I'm covering my views on the medical community just because I think I should share them. Medicine to me is basically the profession I love to love yet also love to despise entirely. Go ahead, tell me I'm being hypocritical: I know.
I also tend to think, in my nineteen year old mind, that I'm one of the smartest people on this Earth even though deep down I know that's a lie. Everybody lies.
So that brings me to living my whole life believing I was scared of/smarter than pretty much every medical professional I have encountered in nineteen years full of therapies, MRIs, CT scans, and two surgeries once I understood the medicine behind what was being done to me. I grew up hating every single appointment more than any other kid I know of, spitting on doctors and nurses because I was a little sass queen, etc and it stayed that way until I was probably a sophomore in high school when I took my Intro to Healthcare Science class.
Then I started to get interested in medicine and I haven't looked back.
In the two years I took my Healthcare class I learned how to think critically when in a medical situation. I learned to question medical opinions if needed and to read up on any information I was given. I learned to only put my trust in people who knew what they were doing. These lessons were cleverly woven in through learning how to administer injections (to oranges- a great stress relieving technique), learning to make hospital corners on beds, medical term videos that have taught me a great deal of the medical jargon I know, and watching House (my one true love in a TV show format).
I blogged a while ago about my last surgery experience in July, but a thing I did not really focus on in that post was my thoughts throughout the experience. I actually have a very clear memory of asking one of my anesthesia team that day about anesthesia awareness/how they planned to prevent such an occurrence and I recall whoever it was that I ask being vaguely impressed.
Since then I have gotten into any medical show I can find especially House and Grey's Anatomy. Probably by now most people know that McDreamy got killed off last week and I watched the episode and I could point out the errors the medical team (that was not from the hospital where Grey's is usually set) was making and I was screaming at my computer screen things like "HE NEEDS A HEAD CT SCAN OMG HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW THIS?!"
Like I said, I could never actually do any of that, but I love being informed.
Saturday, April 25, 2015
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
My Views On Religion
Okay guys, so I've been reading a lot of articles on Thought Catalog or wherever about people's views on religion/whether God exists or not etc and I want to share mine. But before I do, let me just say I am absolutely not trying to discourage your own religious views. I have mine, and you have yours and most likely they differ greatly but that's cool. Isn't that what the world is built on, diversity?
I have friends with all kinds of religious views or none at all but that doesn't make me love them more or less. They're my friends so I love them unconditionally for them and enjoy swapping views on religion with them if the topic comes up. Same with my family: we're a mix of all kinds of Christianity and that's pretty cool.
I'm a scholar: I love learning about things including religion. I've recently gotten into Jewish history and culture and have enjoyed embracing that journey. I guess everyone has their own sort of spiritual journey and that must be part of mine. Going along with being a scholar, my thought processes are based on logic and reasoning rather than faith so that's the opposite side to that coin. I do not believe that faith alone will get you anywhere: you've got to work to get there and have faith in whatever it is (yourself, God, etc) along the way.
I was raised by parents who are Presbyterians and that works for them which is great. They baptized us which made sense at the time since we couldn't think for ourselves as infants. When you get to eighth grade in their church you go through Confirmation which is like a Bar/Bat Mitzvah in Judaism (but far less studying or fun) because you become responsible for your own religious actions from then on by expressing that your faith is yours and not your parents' faith on your behalf.
So I went through that, yes. But at thirteen I knew so much less of the world and couldn't think for myself as critically as I am able to now. Looking back, I wish I would have questioned more and figured out what I know now a little earlier.
I became agnostic probably my sophomore year of high school.
I am agnostic because I believe that I cannot know if God as a higher power exists. That question is too much for humans to comprehend in my opinion but yet I don't believe that God doesn't exist. How can people not look around you and be amazed at what you see? I'm pretty sure only some form of a higher power plus a little evolution could create such a beautiful world.
To my understanding, Christianity is based on the idea that everybody has a personal relationship with God. But God is also overseeing the universe right? Then if that's the case, he obviously doesn't have time or energy to care about what a college kid like me is doing while the country of Syria is tearing itself apart with civil war and innocent people are being killed. If I could talk to God I'd ask him to please focus on the latter rather than me. I'll focus on me, you focus on issues over my head and that sounds like a deal.
And I'm cool with that. you do you God if you're out there. I'll do me.
I have friends with all kinds of religious views or none at all but that doesn't make me love them more or less. They're my friends so I love them unconditionally for them and enjoy swapping views on religion with them if the topic comes up. Same with my family: we're a mix of all kinds of Christianity and that's pretty cool.
I'm a scholar: I love learning about things including religion. I've recently gotten into Jewish history and culture and have enjoyed embracing that journey. I guess everyone has their own sort of spiritual journey and that must be part of mine. Going along with being a scholar, my thought processes are based on logic and reasoning rather than faith so that's the opposite side to that coin. I do not believe that faith alone will get you anywhere: you've got to work to get there and have faith in whatever it is (yourself, God, etc) along the way.
I was raised by parents who are Presbyterians and that works for them which is great. They baptized us which made sense at the time since we couldn't think for ourselves as infants. When you get to eighth grade in their church you go through Confirmation which is like a Bar/Bat Mitzvah in Judaism (but far less studying or fun) because you become responsible for your own religious actions from then on by expressing that your faith is yours and not your parents' faith on your behalf.
So I went through that, yes. But at thirteen I knew so much less of the world and couldn't think for myself as critically as I am able to now. Looking back, I wish I would have questioned more and figured out what I know now a little earlier.
I became agnostic probably my sophomore year of high school.
I am agnostic because I believe that I cannot know if God as a higher power exists. That question is too much for humans to comprehend in my opinion but yet I don't believe that God doesn't exist. How can people not look around you and be amazed at what you see? I'm pretty sure only some form of a higher power plus a little evolution could create such a beautiful world.
To my understanding, Christianity is based on the idea that everybody has a personal relationship with God. But God is also overseeing the universe right? Then if that's the case, he obviously doesn't have time or energy to care about what a college kid like me is doing while the country of Syria is tearing itself apart with civil war and innocent people are being killed. If I could talk to God I'd ask him to please focus on the latter rather than me. I'll focus on me, you focus on issues over my head and that sounds like a deal.
And I'm cool with that. you do you God if you're out there. I'll do me.
Saturday, April 18, 2015
Am I Inspirational? Yes? Wrong Answer
The correct answer is no, I am not.
I saw this link on Facebook that was about how calling disabled people inspirational has become such a cliche that it's almost insulting now and I agree 100 percent. To me an inspirational person is someone like Louie Zamperini who overcame unimaginable cruelty as a POW or someone like Princess Diana who fought like hell for the causes she believed until she died.
And what have I done exactly? Yes, I survived a stroke when I was a mass of developing cells and organs but in what world is that inspirational? People have told me I'm an inspiration to them and by now if I don't know the person who tells me this it annoys me. So I've inspired you to survive a stroke? Lovely. I wish you luck with that.
One of my friends saw I had shared the article and she commented on it. She said, "But you are inspiring. You deal with issues so beautifully. Things I do take more work for you but you still love life and are positive. People nowadays are so lazy and 'I can't' and you're so 'Um yes I can'."
Now, coming from a very good friend of mine most of that is extremely sweet but there is one problem in the third line. Things she can do I can do too BUT actually we do them putting in the same amount of work. Just because my brain is rewired does not mean I have to work harder to do day-to-day things; all it means is that I found ways to do them differently to make sure my body doesn't overwork itself by trying to do things like she does.
That's not inspirational at all. That's what I call the "Adapt or Die" instinct that all humans have inside them. Our will to survive in hostile environments is astounding. If I hadn't adapted to my own body it's vert unlikely I'd be where I am.
If I were an inspiration, I'd say I could do anything. That's wrong.
There are many careers I know i cannot do. I will never be a surgeon because of the way my left hand is not on par with my right, I will never be a rocket scientist because I know my math skills are definitely not good enough, and those are just two really good examples. Now, I'm not a pessimist at all but my school of thought is based on logic. It does not seem logical to me that a sane person would want to have a person with very good use of one hand and little use of the other operate on them. I know I wouldn't.
On the flip side of that, there is a lot I could choose to do as a career. My absolute dream is to be an author and historian but considering neither of those make any money as a sole career I have considered possibly going into medical law. Medicine has always fascinated me as a whole and by working on the legal aspect of it I am in no danger of making a mistake that could result in the death of an individual. So yes, it's very plausible I could do that.
So bottom line: don't you dare tell me I'm an inspiration to you because of what I've gone through/survived as it comes off wrong in most cases. If you want to be inspired by me, I suggest finding inspiration in how my existence can contribute to society through the work I do rather than my backstory.
I saw this link on Facebook that was about how calling disabled people inspirational has become such a cliche that it's almost insulting now and I agree 100 percent. To me an inspirational person is someone like Louie Zamperini who overcame unimaginable cruelty as a POW or someone like Princess Diana who fought like hell for the causes she believed until she died.
And what have I done exactly? Yes, I survived a stroke when I was a mass of developing cells and organs but in what world is that inspirational? People have told me I'm an inspiration to them and by now if I don't know the person who tells me this it annoys me. So I've inspired you to survive a stroke? Lovely. I wish you luck with that.
One of my friends saw I had shared the article and she commented on it. She said, "But you are inspiring. You deal with issues so beautifully. Things I do take more work for you but you still love life and are positive. People nowadays are so lazy and 'I can't' and you're so 'Um yes I can'."
Now, coming from a very good friend of mine most of that is extremely sweet but there is one problem in the third line. Things she can do I can do too BUT actually we do them putting in the same amount of work. Just because my brain is rewired does not mean I have to work harder to do day-to-day things; all it means is that I found ways to do them differently to make sure my body doesn't overwork itself by trying to do things like she does.
That's not inspirational at all. That's what I call the "Adapt or Die" instinct that all humans have inside them. Our will to survive in hostile environments is astounding. If I hadn't adapted to my own body it's vert unlikely I'd be where I am.
If I were an inspiration, I'd say I could do anything. That's wrong.
There are many careers I know i cannot do. I will never be a surgeon because of the way my left hand is not on par with my right, I will never be a rocket scientist because I know my math skills are definitely not good enough, and those are just two really good examples. Now, I'm not a pessimist at all but my school of thought is based on logic. It does not seem logical to me that a sane person would want to have a person with very good use of one hand and little use of the other operate on them. I know I wouldn't.
On the flip side of that, there is a lot I could choose to do as a career. My absolute dream is to be an author and historian but considering neither of those make any money as a sole career I have considered possibly going into medical law. Medicine has always fascinated me as a whole and by working on the legal aspect of it I am in no danger of making a mistake that could result in the death of an individual. So yes, it's very plausible I could do that.
So bottom line: don't you dare tell me I'm an inspiration to you because of what I've gone through/survived as it comes off wrong in most cases. If you want to be inspired by me, I suggest finding inspiration in how my existence can contribute to society through the work I do rather than my backstory.
Thursday, April 16, 2015
The Scars of USHMM Part Eight: The Broken Educational System On The Holocaust
I am taking American History II and today we learned about the Holocaust.
I went into it really excited because since this is a college level history class we go quite in depth on most of our topics of study so I assumed we'd do that for the Holocaust. So as I'm sitting in class and listening I'm making a silent tally of the incorrect/omitted things I hear.
We did not mention the Nuremberg Laws of 1935 that ultimately made the Holocaust a legal action, we did not note that there was a distinct difference between the workings of a concentration camp vs. a death camp, no mention was made of any of the heroic efforts some people made to rescue victims. We talked about it for thirty minutes and hardly touched the material.
Needless to say I was very disappointed and a little angered.
In my opinion, I think we need AT LEAST two days spent on the Holocaust as its own mini unit rather than a side note of World War ii. That way educators can hit all the highlights without feeling rushed to get through it so the material can be tested on. That two day unit should not include a test but rather hands on activities like hearing a Holocaust survivor or maybe doing something like the Trunk Project where students actually learn the material by working with it and putting it to use.
I totally get wanting to make sure students know about what happened in the Holocaust, but a big part that education is missing is the significance of the event and how it still affects us today in 2015. We've experienced genocides since 1945 and I believe that a large part of few people speaking out against these atrocities is a lacking education on genocides of the past. If you don't know about and learn from past mistakes how are you supposed to not make them again? This truly boggles my mind.
In a quote by Ronald Reagan that hangs in the museum he explained why remembrance and education of the future leaders of America was so important: "We who did not go their way owe them this. We must make sure that their deaths have posthumous meaning. We must make sure that from now until the end of days all humankind stares this evil in the face...and only then can we be sure it will never arise again."
We are the witnesses. It's our job to make sure that others are educated properly about these things and know when to recognize them in practice and then intervene. That's what we missed back in the 1930's and 1940's: we didn't know how to speak out and we were afraid to because of uncertainty. But I can tell you, doing nothing and regretting it is much worse of a feeling than speaking out and few listening. If we do nothing, then the perpetrators of crimes like genocide win and that's why I believe there is so much evil in the world today.
I went into it really excited because since this is a college level history class we go quite in depth on most of our topics of study so I assumed we'd do that for the Holocaust. So as I'm sitting in class and listening I'm making a silent tally of the incorrect/omitted things I hear.
We did not mention the Nuremberg Laws of 1935 that ultimately made the Holocaust a legal action, we did not note that there was a distinct difference between the workings of a concentration camp vs. a death camp, no mention was made of any of the heroic efforts some people made to rescue victims. We talked about it for thirty minutes and hardly touched the material.
Needless to say I was very disappointed and a little angered.
In my opinion, I think we need AT LEAST two days spent on the Holocaust as its own mini unit rather than a side note of World War ii. That way educators can hit all the highlights without feeling rushed to get through it so the material can be tested on. That two day unit should not include a test but rather hands on activities like hearing a Holocaust survivor or maybe doing something like the Trunk Project where students actually learn the material by working with it and putting it to use.
I totally get wanting to make sure students know about what happened in the Holocaust, but a big part that education is missing is the significance of the event and how it still affects us today in 2015. We've experienced genocides since 1945 and I believe that a large part of few people speaking out against these atrocities is a lacking education on genocides of the past. If you don't know about and learn from past mistakes how are you supposed to not make them again? This truly boggles my mind.
In a quote by Ronald Reagan that hangs in the museum he explained why remembrance and education of the future leaders of America was so important: "We who did not go their way owe them this. We must make sure that their deaths have posthumous meaning. We must make sure that from now until the end of days all humankind stares this evil in the face...and only then can we be sure it will never arise again."
We are the witnesses. It's our job to make sure that others are educated properly about these things and know when to recognize them in practice and then intervene. That's what we missed back in the 1930's and 1940's: we didn't know how to speak out and we were afraid to because of uncertainty. But I can tell you, doing nothing and regretting it is much worse of a feeling than speaking out and few listening. If we do nothing, then the perpetrators of crimes like genocide win and that's why I believe there is so much evil in the world today.
Saturday, April 11, 2015
At Nineteen I Am One Of The Best (If Not The Only) "Theoretical Oncologists" In The World
Uncontested, of course.
I might have mentioned before in a post or two that the idea that I wanted to maybe consider going to med school died long ago when I realized while taking my Healthcare class in high school that I wouldn't last a day in the real world of medicine, but yet I'm still fascinated despite actually having almost hypocritical views on medicine when I am the patient in question.
So after binging on Grey's and House (twice) I came up with a perfect medical subspecialty for myself: theoretical medicine. It's based solely on information you look up and your own logic; so all the cool cases you want without the pressure of needing to diagnose/treat a patient correctly or face killing someone because you didn't get the answer. And plus, Netflix teaches you a good bit about what you might encounter.
In mid March, my Grandmere (my mom's mom) was diagnosed with lymphoma, but at the time of the diagnosis that's all her cancer hospital knew. I became interested and I wanted to put my theoretical oncology skills to the test. After all, I watched Robert Sean Leonard play a sweet and cute oncologist on TV so therefore I could be a theoretical oncologist with Google on her side right?
Yep!
So when my Grandmere went to her cancer hospital and had her tests done I already had my primary diagnosis of Stage I Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma locked in. I figured it out using a combo of Google, a little bit of a medical history I got from conversations with my mom on the phone, and pure Gregory House-style logic.
Here's how I figured it out:
Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma (NHL) is the most common type of lymphoma in people who are diagnosed with a lymphoma. The cancer has very distinct symptoms and if you go in early they can take out a lymph node and biopsy it to see what's messing it up. Knowing that's what they did for my Grander, it seemed like they had caught it early so the likelihood of metastasis (spreading) of the cancer at this early was slim.
When her tests came back, she let me know the cancer was Stage I NHL proving my diagnosis and also proving I had a future in theoretical Oncology.
Well, that's my story. Hope you got a laugh out of it or were enlightened.
I might have mentioned before in a post or two that the idea that I wanted to maybe consider going to med school died long ago when I realized while taking my Healthcare class in high school that I wouldn't last a day in the real world of medicine, but yet I'm still fascinated despite actually having almost hypocritical views on medicine when I am the patient in question.
So after binging on Grey's and House (twice) I came up with a perfect medical subspecialty for myself: theoretical medicine. It's based solely on information you look up and your own logic; so all the cool cases you want without the pressure of needing to diagnose/treat a patient correctly or face killing someone because you didn't get the answer. And plus, Netflix teaches you a good bit about what you might encounter.
In mid March, my Grandmere (my mom's mom) was diagnosed with lymphoma, but at the time of the diagnosis that's all her cancer hospital knew. I became interested and I wanted to put my theoretical oncology skills to the test. After all, I watched Robert Sean Leonard play a sweet and cute oncologist on TV so therefore I could be a theoretical oncologist with Google on her side right?
Yep!
So when my Grandmere went to her cancer hospital and had her tests done I already had my primary diagnosis of Stage I Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma locked in. I figured it out using a combo of Google, a little bit of a medical history I got from conversations with my mom on the phone, and pure Gregory House-style logic.
Here's how I figured it out:
Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma (NHL) is the most common type of lymphoma in people who are diagnosed with a lymphoma. The cancer has very distinct symptoms and if you go in early they can take out a lymph node and biopsy it to see what's messing it up. Knowing that's what they did for my Grander, it seemed like they had caught it early so the likelihood of metastasis (spreading) of the cancer at this early was slim.
When her tests came back, she let me know the cancer was Stage I NHL proving my diagnosis and also proving I had a future in theoretical Oncology.
Well, that's my story. Hope you got a laugh out of it or were enlightened.
Friday, April 10, 2015
The Scars Of USHMM Part Seven: Wounds That Time Can't Heal
I was just browsing on Thought Catalog, a website where writers write articles/listicles/peices about things important to them, when I came across an article about a girl who had written about a recent trip to Dachau in Munich. Her account was moving and as I read it, my own wounds surfaced again.
When you visit a somber place, it stays with you. I have images from USHMM that will be with me until I die. They prepare you for coming to the museum very thoroughly on their website, but what they don't do is tell you that while you can distract yourself with your day to day life that anything can trigger the memories. It's like PTSD without actually having gone through the Holocaust. You don't even feel a fraction of what the survivors feel and yet the feelings cripple you.
You grieve, then your wounds close up for a while, and when you least expect it they burst open and the vicious never ending cycle begins yet again. This is how a lot of Holocaust survivors live except their level of grief is incomprehensible to us living and growing up in this era.
People process different things differently. As you know, I went to the museum with my mom and I've wondered how she processed it. I was in tears for a good bit of time after we left but she wasn't so I wondered if she was processing differently (and perhaps more effectively) than I was while I just lost it.
This Sunday, we start the annual week the USHMM calls the Days of Remembrance due to Yom Ha'Shoah (Holocaust Memorial Day in the Jewish calendar) being observed Wednesday. The Museum has lots of events and programs during this time, including an online program where you can send a survivor volunteer at the museum a message to say you'll remember. I have done so, and I encourage you to do so too. It'd mean a lot to those who lost so much not so long ago.
This line of work is undoubtedly the most important thing I have done in my life. I knew I wanted to do more in 2015 than I had in the two years previous for the cause and I think I'm reaching that goal. It has been the hardest war I've ever fought but it's worth every time the memories come back because I know a whole generation of people who won't be here much longer need people like me to tell the stories when they can't.
On Wednesday I encourage you to do something to remember and even hashtag it #ISayNeverAgain and send me a picture or a message saying how you contributed!
When you visit a somber place, it stays with you. I have images from USHMM that will be with me until I die. They prepare you for coming to the museum very thoroughly on their website, but what they don't do is tell you that while you can distract yourself with your day to day life that anything can trigger the memories. It's like PTSD without actually having gone through the Holocaust. You don't even feel a fraction of what the survivors feel and yet the feelings cripple you.
You grieve, then your wounds close up for a while, and when you least expect it they burst open and the vicious never ending cycle begins yet again. This is how a lot of Holocaust survivors live except their level of grief is incomprehensible to us living and growing up in this era.
People process different things differently. As you know, I went to the museum with my mom and I've wondered how she processed it. I was in tears for a good bit of time after we left but she wasn't so I wondered if she was processing differently (and perhaps more effectively) than I was while I just lost it.
This Sunday, we start the annual week the USHMM calls the Days of Remembrance due to Yom Ha'Shoah (Holocaust Memorial Day in the Jewish calendar) being observed Wednesday. The Museum has lots of events and programs during this time, including an online program where you can send a survivor volunteer at the museum a message to say you'll remember. I have done so, and I encourage you to do so too. It'd mean a lot to those who lost so much not so long ago.
This line of work is undoubtedly the most important thing I have done in my life. I knew I wanted to do more in 2015 than I had in the two years previous for the cause and I think I'm reaching that goal. It has been the hardest war I've ever fought but it's worth every time the memories come back because I know a whole generation of people who won't be here much longer need people like me to tell the stories when they can't.
On Wednesday I encourage you to do something to remember and even hashtag it #ISayNeverAgain and send me a picture or a message saying how you contributed!
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
A Letter To My Future (If We Ever Meet) Boyfriend
Hey you awesome dude whoever you are,
Hi, it's your future girlfriend here just wanting to tell you some things in this sassy letter. Why? Because A) I'm Queen of All Sass (have you figured that out yet??) and B) You need to know these things. Ready? Come on this journey with me...
Know that I will challenge you. At first it might seem like I'm not interested in you, but I promise I am. I just will not fawn over you like some girls will. When I finally get comfortable around you I will really start to challenge you mentally so be prepared for lots of questions on details of your daily life, world views, etc. And have solid, thought out answers to those questions instead of short ones. I actually enjoy holding a conversation.
Know that you are not the center of my life. Sorry, that's just how it is. You're a wonderful part of my life but not even close to all of it. As a Western woman in 2015 I am entitled to have a life outside of you; in fact I'm kind of obliged to. Just because I'm a woman that doesn't mean I will stand aside for you and back down from my ambitions. I have the natural right to the pursuit of happiness thanks to the country we live in and I have the right to define my own happiness.
Know that if you make me choose between you and my ambition the choice will not end well for you. So just don't do it. Be aware of what decade it is, dude.
Know that you'll learn from me and I hope I'll learn from you. My lexicon of interests and knowledge is vast and I tend to learn all I can about something that interests me. Come prepared to learn and grow with me and I'll do the same.
Know that even if I write cute fan fiction/stories I am in no way 100% reliant on you to do everything for me, so don't ever attempt it. I hate asking for help, but at the same time offer it if I do ask
One last thing:
If we end up never crossing paths know I'll be okay. Like I said before, I'm perfectly capable of sustaining myself and creating happiness. If we never meet I wish you all the happiness life can bring, kind sir. But if we meet one day that'd be awesome too.
See you one day, maybe?
Hi, it's your future girlfriend here just wanting to tell you some things in this sassy letter. Why? Because A) I'm Queen of All Sass (have you figured that out yet??) and B) You need to know these things. Ready? Come on this journey with me...
Know that I will challenge you. At first it might seem like I'm not interested in you, but I promise I am. I just will not fawn over you like some girls will. When I finally get comfortable around you I will really start to challenge you mentally so be prepared for lots of questions on details of your daily life, world views, etc. And have solid, thought out answers to those questions instead of short ones. I actually enjoy holding a conversation.
Know that you are not the center of my life. Sorry, that's just how it is. You're a wonderful part of my life but not even close to all of it. As a Western woman in 2015 I am entitled to have a life outside of you; in fact I'm kind of obliged to. Just because I'm a woman that doesn't mean I will stand aside for you and back down from my ambitions. I have the natural right to the pursuit of happiness thanks to the country we live in and I have the right to define my own happiness.
Know that if you make me choose between you and my ambition the choice will not end well for you. So just don't do it. Be aware of what decade it is, dude.
Know that you'll learn from me and I hope I'll learn from you. My lexicon of interests and knowledge is vast and I tend to learn all I can about something that interests me. Come prepared to learn and grow with me and I'll do the same.
Know that even if I write cute fan fiction/stories I am in no way 100% reliant on you to do everything for me, so don't ever attempt it. I hate asking for help, but at the same time offer it if I do ask
One last thing:
If we end up never crossing paths know I'll be okay. Like I said before, I'm perfectly capable of sustaining myself and creating happiness. If we never meet I wish you all the happiness life can bring, kind sir. But if we meet one day that'd be awesome too.
See you one day, maybe?
Monday, April 6, 2015
Things I Learned From Dr. House About Life Through Puzzles
As many of you know, these days you can find me watching House in my free time.
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For those of you unfamiliar with House, it's a medical drama that was broadcast from 2004 to 2012 on FOX that starred Hugh Laurie (my second current celebrity boyfriend) as Dr. House, a misanthropic diagnostician who could always figure out the puzzle the symptoms of a patient put in front of him. With amazing performances by Laurie as well as the supporting cast like Robert Sean Leonard (my first current celebrity boy toy), Lisa Edelstein, Jesse Spencer, and others House was a hit for all of its eight season run.
I blogged earlier on how I got into House, so this post is about what House taught me about the medical world as well as life.
First: Never give up. Even if you're certain you've lost everything you have keep going. You'll surprise yourself about what you can endure and you'll triumph with enough determination and hard work.
Second:Things are never as they originally seem. Maybe it's a diagnosis House thought he got right but then a new symptom appears to disprove his theory or maybe you end up going to college and it's not what you expected. This just leads you to investigation so you can figure put the right answer.
Third: Everybody lies. I lie, so do you. It's a fact.
Fourth: Everyone dies. An interesting thing about the human race is we think we're immortal, but that is so far off. The faster you accept your mortality the faster you can get to living like every day is your last and you appreciate more.
Fifth: People need to earn your trust. Don't hand it to them on a silver platter, because when you do they take advantage of it and you get hurt. Be guarded just enough to protect yourself from being hurt when it's not necessary. It's inevitable that you will be hurt in life, but not as often if you make people work for your trust.
Sixth: Have a group of close friends and stick with them through everything. Period.
Seven: The details are just as important as the big picture; don't neglect things you might think are trivial. Most of the time the little things end up being important too.
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