The feeling of sorrow is addictive
The endless want to stay down
Yet another force tells you its not real
Even though it is evident that we are bound.
Hearing two voices in the same body
One from the mind and the other the heart
Problem is we only have one mouth
And the choice of which voice comes out makes what it is saying real.
The exasperating need for silence to listen
So we can hear the sounds of the leaves dropping to the ground, creaking
Our heads have become a path of some kind
For the legs of many thoughts running through our mind
Where am I from? Who am I?
What is purpose and what purpose have I?
I’ve everything … philosophy, science and I’ve even studied with my own eyes
Everything seems close to the truth, but then anything that isn’t…is a lie
God! Are you out there?
I’ve hit the dead end, nothing seems clear
I can’t win this war going on in my head
Please, say something… Its a matter of life and death…
While I say these things, I feel a tug in my heart
No…not a tug. Its like a knock…in my heart
I listen deeper in the silence I so craved
I hear “For God so loved the world that He gave…”
I don’t understand, I ponder
Then I quit, I’ve tried this natural way too long… No longer
I must accept this, maybe I’ll understand later
I’ve got nothing to lose, It’s now or never.


Michael’s medical school adventures (Part 1)

Catch a glimpse of Michael’s day to day medical school adventures in this series. The way things are going, one of these days, Michael may soon end up on the stretcher.

Michael nodded his head repeatedly as the cardiology fellow spoke during the morning’s ward round. It was almost as if his nodding was synchronous with his heart beat, a clinical sign the cardiologists would refer to as the deMusset’s sign. His bobbing, however, wasn’t due to any underlying heart pathology. On the contrary, he noticed that each time the consultant, Dr. A.C. Rimony, said something over his head and he nodded in agreement, she seemed to be somewhat encouraged that at least someone understood what she was saying. She would then no longer have to spend more time explaining and would move on to the next topic of discourse.
What happened next was completely unexpected.
Michael had completely adhered to every rule in the best seller student handbook “How to have a smooth clinical posting” by Dami J., an alumnus of his school. He always stood at the back during the ward rounds; never raised his hand whenever questions were thrown to the audience at grand rounds; and always left his name tag back in his dorm room, so that he’d never have to wear it. He lived by every word that was written in the book, so he had nothing to fear, or so he thought. His unprecedented nodding must have changed everything.

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