"What to do with the rest of my life? I don't know how to feel about my contract. I haven't signed it since I got it. What have I learned from this year and a journey of the mind, body, and spirit? I could live the unexamined life, but that's not me. On the other hand, I spend a lot of time agonizing over what the "right" thing to do is when there aren't supposed to be rights and wrongs in life. Should I sign my contract? A few short months ago, I couldn't stand being here. Even now, with rare exceptions, I can't stand doing admissions. I hate them. When I feel an admission coming down the pike, I feel a slow burn of anger and viciousness building inside of me. Lord knows there's a LOT of bullshit 2nd years put up with. Lord knows I'm petrified of teaching med students and PGY-1's. How did I get to this juncture? I've been so unfocused on Medicine since getting here. I've been so focused on TMS and pain and psychology and movies and guns and girls that I haven't mastered ANY of medicine. Am I really supposed to think I can survive PGY-2 when I don't even know HOW I've survived PGY-1? In a month or so, I'm gonna NOT be an intern anymore. I have ACHIEVED my own goal since being robbed of my PGY-1 year at Stony Brook. I've done journal after journal of writing and I STILL don't know if I WANT to be a doctor. I don't! I'm not trying to be difficult. I just DON'T know what being a successful resident means to me. I can't make this decision. What do I work towards when/if I sign this contract? Money isn't enough for me; I need meaning in my life. This, and I cannot even decide what FUN activity to do for June vacation.
I've worked for this goal for so long that I've lost sight of who I am, what I want, and what I stand for in life. Ever since 2008 or so, I've worked tirelessly to get back to WHERE I AM NOW without thinking what the outcomes would be if 1. I didn't get licensable, or 2. what I would do if I actually DID. I worked so hard against so much ambivalence that I never stopped to think about WHAT HAPPENS if I don't match--and I developed TMS. Then I spent all this time worrying about WHAT HAPPENS if I can't get rid of this TMS/chronic pain that this first year of residency has been an absolute TORTURE of not JUST the pain, but admission after fucking admission after fucking admission. Then I get my contract renewed for PGY-2 year and then I need to figure out what this means for my TMS and for my future. I still have chronic TMS. The only difference is, for a few weeks now I've (at least tried) to give up an attachment to outcomes. I'm feeling very "meta" now. I've given up on the notion that my chronic pain will ever go away, and now I have new life choices to make. I can live with chronic pain. I don't WANT to--does anyone?--but I CAN do it. As I realized last night, doing so means that I need to weather the same frustrations and daily annoyances that everyone else does...and then TMS on top of it. Can I live with chronic pain? Sure. It may mean that I'm committing to a life of quite some bitterness and anger in so doing, because I feel like I never had a choice in developing it or not--the TMS kicked in automatically. And now I'm left with that behind the 8-ball feeling again. Accepting chronic pain won't be easy. Even these several weeks, it hasn't been. If I sign that contract, does that mean I've processed my inner qualms and misgivings about being a doctor and I'm contentedly signing up for another year that WILL NOT BE EASY? I DO NOT KNOW. I need to do that "Pro's" and "Con's" list.
...Or conversely, does TMS exist because I have so many psychological wounds and "complexes" based on Tayloe [Loftus], based on Langenberg, on Dr. Marx, on Schwartz, on Nsouli's predicting I wouldn't finish intern year...that are now OVER and DONE because I HAVE finished (almost) my intern year of blood, sweat, and tears?
...In plain terms...do I hate and loathe residency/admissions/being a doctor because I loathe residency/admissions/being a doctor (as I profess ALL THE TIME to Ma, to Ba, to anyone)...or do I just hate being a doctor because for SOOOOOOOOOO long, I haven't been able to get where I am NOW?
Herein lies a choice...in many ways more urgent than the one denied me in 1998.
If I sign, it means, on some level perhaps subconscious, mute and tacit, that I accept this paradigm where I am going to continue my medical training. Although I'd love to be an actor/singer/dancer/playwright/comedian/dramatist, if I don't break away and follow my heart NOW, will I ever? Will I regret it later? TMS be damned, I need to make "the right" choice <no pressure there, eh?>
I just cannot believe I got through my intern year essentially "coasting." Can I even run a code? Can I manage a medical service? Can I manage interns and med students?
Well, at least one thing's for certain. Deadline's June 4th, 2012 to submit this thing. Since I'm on vacation that week, means I need to decide by end of next week if I decide to agree and submit this thing. And unlike 1/11, when my idle Internet perusings led me to disaster, at least I am thinking about this BEFORE the fact...and not feeling like an edict has been handed down from on high: "THOU SHALT NOT MATCH DESPITE YOUR WORK."
I guess I need to revel in accomplishment for a bit. No revelations from on high, and try to avoid this MASSIVE pressure I'm imposing on myself (so TMS). Just JOY that I've accomplished this mission that I've wanted so long (which joy is incredibly hard for me).
'This chip, they did to me. I couldn't help it. But the soul, I got on my own. For you.' ---Spike to Buffy.
Any wonder why "Ensouled_Vampyr" is my handle?
'You think you have insight because your soul's drenched in blood? You don't know me. You don't even know you.' ---Buffy to Spike. "