Tuesday, April 30, 2013
An Act Of Submission
Run! Turn around and run as fast as you can!
It's fair to say that being a physician requires a certain constitution. When one deals in the currency of death, it becomes second nature to hold our heads high when others fall. How else can we view the tortured realities of existence. The average life is chocked full of suffering. People die tragically, unexpectedly. Pain rips through the tender belly of humanity leaving us raw, and yet we stand our ground.
But sometimes it's different. Sometimes the guarded armour of the physician is pierced in just the right fashion to expose the glistening skin overlying the Achilles tendon. We fall, mortally wounded but unable to close our eyes. It is in these times we learn to hurt all over again.
It is in these times, you either shield yourself, or open the door and let the pain run right through you.
I choose to open the door.
The act of writing about what hurts usually soothes me. It gives a morsel of control over that which is ultimately ephemeral.
Today, writing it is an act of submission.
As the raging waves of the ocean crash against the shores of my insides, the waters eventually calm and the tide recedes.
And I am empty once again
Posted by Jordan Grumet at 1:46 PM