I’ve noticed time moving differently. Faster.
There’s a level of pain and anguish that is necessary for profound change. You don’t give up smoking after a pack a day for fifteen years because of a television commercial. You don’t begin a movement journey after a decade of couch-based deconditioning because of a post on social media. A relative low in order to get the shock to change.
This week, I’ve held one family meeting, one end of life discussion, and received some heartening feedback from a preceptor.
On Friday, a fellow student told me that I made an impact on a med tech. They told me her name, but I couldn’t quite remember her. I am sure I’d recall her face, though.
I’m no longer a spry 20yo. I cannot wake up in the morning and bounce into an 8mi Spartan Race without training and expect to return unscathed. I no longer have puberty on my side; recovery is the name of the game now.
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