I'm one who thinks an awful lot about posterity; about what my children will know of their father's life. Admittedly, I probably think about it too much and it often colors the reason for my actions. It is why I write everything down in notebooks, usually a Moleskine, with a date. Often times I will even write quick synopsis of where we are in life, where we are living, how I'm feeling, what I ate for lunch, even my own physical and mental health. It's freakish, I know.
When I decided to start another blog, and I have started many, I thought it might serve two purposes. First, I wanted to take the opportunity to chronicle my years as a PA working in orthopedic surgery (and likely other settings). Secondly, I thought it may provide some insight into my days for those who care about me, and for those to come. There is a tertiary benefit to this project, I really do love to write and it provides quite the outlet for the constant wanderings my brain often takes. Elisabeth will tell you, when my mind wanders my body is perfectly still, my gaze is fixed, and my breathing even becomes more shallow. She tells me that she knows I am thinking because it sounds like gears grinding in the silence.
Working in Orthopaedic Surgery I am in a unique position to encounter people who are enduring a highly misunderstood attribute of the human condition -- of course I am talking about pain. A sneaky little sensation that can, for all intents and purposes,
When I decided to start another blog, and I have started many, I thought it might serve two purposes. First, I wanted to take the opportunity to chronicle my years as a PA working in orthopedic surgery (and likely other settings). Secondly, I thought it may provide some insight into my days for those who care about me, and for those to come. There is a tertiary benefit to this project, I really do love to write and it provides quite the outlet for the constant wanderings my brain often takes. Elisabeth will tell you, when my mind wanders my body is perfectly still, my gaze is fixed, and my breathing even becomes more shallow. She tells me that she knows I am thinking because it sounds like gears grinding in the silence.
Working in Orthopaedic Surgery I am in a unique position to encounter people who are enduring a highly misunderstood attribute of the human condition -- of course I am talking about pain. A sneaky little sensation that can, for all intents and purposes,
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