There never seems to be enough time in the day. As I sit here
surrounded by boxes and bags and suitcases, and wondering what in
the world I'm going to forget, I'm preparing to leave on a trip.
Every time I'm going somewhere like this, I'm scrambling around
trying to remember what to take, wondering if it's going to fit in
the car/bag/whatever, and worrying that I might forget something.
It never fails that I say to myself -- "Never again." And here we
are at the next round.
The same goes for finals and midterms, which thankfully are
winding down for me. The day will soon come when I don't have any
more of those. But until that happens, it's always last minute
cramming, note reviewing, and wondering whether I'm going to forget
There's something beautiful about the concept of being prepared.
It's been a long time since I walked into a test most assuredly and
thought, "I've got this." More often than not, I don't think about
it. I either have it, or I don't (or somewhere in between). That's
not unlike other situations either. Sometimes we just know we're
ready, and sometimes we're terrified. I find that being terrified
is far more detrimental than just generally not being prepared.
In a few--not so short--hours, I'll be in the mountains of North
Carolina, surrounded by a lot of people that I know and love. We'll
be battling the elements and whatever we come across (including
ourselves), just to experience that time together. It never fails
that something happens. Situations arise, accidents happen, people
get hurt--both emotionally and physically. There are people there
to help take care of those instances, including myself.
This year in particular,
we're faced with an event fresh in our minds, of a friend taking
their own life. The details of that voyage aren't relevant to this
writing, but suffice it to say, he felt like that was the only
option. As I look at my mound of boxes and bags and suitcases, I am
thinking about what he is missing, what effect his decision is
having on all of those around him, and what might have happened to
him if he had sought out help.
As physicians, it's our job/privilege to be there for our
patients--in whatever capacity they need. As a volunteer, that's my
job this weekend. I take it very seriously.
I'm probably not prepared for what might happen this weekend. I
never am fully prepared for these things. But I also KNOW, that
whatever happens, we'll all make it through together.
If you or someone you know is thinking about or talking about
suicide, please seek help. Talk to someone. People are willing to
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