Earlier today, I couldn’t wait to get on a computer (before promptly racing back outside…wishful thinking) just so I could share/brag about what a gorgeous day it was in Philly. Riding my bike to grounds never felt so good…that’s right: riding my bike!!! Don’t tell my physical therapist, but I hopped back on Caro on Sunday night for the first time since that January incident. I’m definitely a more tentative rider so far…but, considering how I got into this mess, that might be a good thing.
Unfortunately, my mood is somewhat less upbeat at present. In preparation for the neuropathology component of Friday’s exam, I’ve been reviewing the 62 gruesome images from our head and spinal trauma lecture. I think I did an okay job holding it together, but the last ten slides on victims of shaken/battered baby syndrome did me in. In my brief time in med school, I’ve sawed through a cadaver’s jaw, hacked through a vertebral column, and pinched off the grey matter of a brain…and I have never had such a visceral reaction to the material. I think I need to meditate, after I get the image of a recently autopsied infant out of my head.