Good morning, my friends. I am sitting at my kitchen table--half awake/half asleep--drinking a much needed cup of coffee. Rest, however, would be better than the coffee but isn't an option at the moment.
I'm tired. My muscles are moving and going and doing. Big hurdles to jump and achievements to achieve. And all of it has been good but . . . tiring. Kind of like exercise, you know? It feels good, but especially after you've finished it.
I just returned from the Society of General Internal Medicine conference in Denver, Colorado. I'd never been to Denver (in my adulthood) and it was amazing. Saw one of my best friends, Falona, who happens to also be my line/pledge sister and fellow Meharry alum. I've known her since we were nine years old and being there on her turf was awesome. The meeting was great, too.
Lots in my head to share. Looking forward to getting it out of me and into our community of thinkers. I love our community of thinkers. I do. I love every single bit of it because I think we make each other better. At least you make me that way.
Sigh. I have to go round at Grady right now. Yes. On a Sunday after getting in from out of town. But it's cool because I signed up for this. And I'm super thankful that my mentorific mentor slash fellow Grady doctor, Neil W., was gracious enough to care for my inpatient service in my absence. It's nice to be down with smart people. At least, that's what I think.
Man. Travel, patient care, teaching, deadlines. . . sure. . . it feels good to be productive. And, I guess, since I love what I do, it's all a "heart" thing. But. With so much going on, just like any heart muscle contracting, it's work--or systole as we call it when heart muscle does its job.
Me? I'm ready for my heart muscle to relax for a bit. Time for some diastole. . . . .refilling and repolarization, man.
Yeah.
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Happy . . .yawn. . .Sunday. Here's an old post about systole and diastole in work/life balance.
