Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Remember That Fall?

Probably not.  I fell back in November while running in full suit and dress coat, replete with 35# backpack (ochem, ugh); landing on my one knee, slamming my arm out in front of me to break my fall (broken arm > broken face!).  Well,  my arm has not healed.  It has gotten worse.

Yesterday, in my biochem prof's office, I turned to do something, the pain shot up my arm, into my back and I about... got sick.

"You should do something about that," he said.

So, today I met with a doc at the clinic.  Great guy.  Factual.  Interested.  Candid.

"Premed," he commented.

"Yes," came my response.

"Other degrees?" he queried.

"Yes, BA and MBA all from..." and I waited for his next comments, expecting the "What the Sam hell are you thinking?  You are too old, too this, or too that, or toooo..."  Sometimes, it seems like so many who are in the profession don't want the elders to be there, or think we are too old, too slow, too this or that...

It never came.

Instead, the conversation was a careful probing of why now, what is driving me, and when we were done, I got this:

"Here's your deal.  You will need to stay away from focusing on specialty at this phase of the game.  For you, your whole deal is getting in and here's how you're going to do it."

With that he laid out some other plans I had considered but not fully thought through.  I'm not at applications right now, I'm in sheer panic mode as I scramble (yet again) for another contract (yet again) with midterms this week (yet again) and try to stay hyper focused on my task at hand (yet again).

After the x-rays, I talked to the tech who I'm pretty sure mentioned something about blahblahblahlbahheisormightbeontheadcomblahblahblahblahblah.

I went back to the exam room for the follow-up (my arm is fine, I've been sent to PT).  Enzyme, compound, process, and disease state flashcards laid out in front of me, he walked in.

"Arm is good.  What I want you to do is this..." and then he reiterated his thoughts for my plan.  He reiterated what my to-be strategy should be.

And I, am very, very thankful for his candor... I will make it.  And he was one more on my path, propelling me forward, encouraging me, and not saying "Why??" but "Here's how."

Sometimes, most times, it's the little things that help.  (Of course, a contract wouldn't hurt right about now either!!!)

Now back to biochem...

2 comments:

Slamdunk said...

Great what a positive little encounter can offer, huh?

Glad your arm is on the mend. You might need it with all that you do.

XOXO Dr. Kay Elizabeth said...

Would you mind sharing those thoughts/plans with us?....not being bossy but I need as much help as I can get. I am happy though that nothing is wrong with your arm. Sometimes you just have pain long after you've healed.