So far away
I drove about a 100 miles and moved half of my home to my new apartment here at [Teaching hospital]. It was a cold and windy day and all around me lay white fields and bare, brown trees. The river along which I drove was mostly frozen. It took me three trips to move my things to the car from my seventh floor apartment at home and four trips to move them into the new apartment here. So I'm exhausted, but comfortable. I worked well in the evening due to the fact that there is no TV here, and hence no distraction. I am working on a paper about the role of information and communication technologies in mass casualty incidents. There has been a lot of research interest and investment in this area recently.
It feels so strange to be living in the shadow of the medical center. I can see the huge building of [Teaching hospital] from my bedroom window and it makes me think of those who are within those walls and fighting for their lives. It makes me grateful for the gift of life and good health. It also makes me feel good to be part of healthcare because I might get an opportunity to make a difference to those suffering. The houses around me, mostly for medical students, are deathly quiet; all I can hear is the wind howling outside.
>> A girfriend called as I was getting ready to call it a day. She and I had a great time for the first two years of grad school. She graduated with her Master's last year and moved to NYC with her boyfriend. She told me today that his sister, 21 years old and working in India, died due to a car accident. Her boyfriend got on the first flight to go to India to be with his parents who are in a terrible shock. At such moments one realizes how far away from home one is. When you are about 35 hours flight-time away from family you feel so helpless in a situation like this. I will pray for his family. I also miss my girlfriend; we used to go out to have coffee together almost eveyday and chat for long hours about the little things that seem so important. Now we are so far away.
It feels so strange to be living in the shadow of the medical center. I can see the huge building of [Teaching hospital] from my bedroom window and it makes me think of those who are within those walls and fighting for their lives. It makes me grateful for the gift of life and good health. It also makes me feel good to be part of healthcare because I might get an opportunity to make a difference to those suffering. The houses around me, mostly for medical students, are deathly quiet; all I can hear is the wind howling outside.
>> A girfriend called as I was getting ready to call it a day. She and I had a great time for the first two years of grad school. She graduated with her Master's last year and moved to NYC with her boyfriend. She told me today that his sister, 21 years old and working in India, died due to a car accident. Her boyfriend got on the first flight to go to India to be with his parents who are in a terrible shock. At such moments one realizes how far away from home one is. When you are about 35 hours flight-time away from family you feel so helpless in a situation like this. I will pray for his family. I also miss my girlfriend; we used to go out to have coffee together almost eveyday and chat for long hours about the little things that seem so important. Now we are so far away.
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