here’s to you, leopold!

As if I could forget Bloomsday!  Although, in the midst of GI panic (oh, that could be taken soooo many ways…), I did overlook it during Dublin time…it’s only appropriate that I remember our Joycian hero as I go over my slides on alcoholic liver disease, to which I really need to return.  Still one of my favorites:

— Force, hatred, history, all that.  That’s not life for men and women, insult and hatred.  And everybody knows that it’s the opposite of that that is really life.
— What?  Says Alf.
— Love, says Bloom.  I mean the opposite of hatred.

James Joyce, Ulysses

Best.  Protagonist.  Ever.

God.  It’s hard to imagine that there was a time not so long ago when my “work” was reading.  I need to remind myself of all the reasons that wasn’t personally fulfilling: I want to be a doctor.  I want to be a doctor.  I want to be a doctor…

By that I mean: I would be privileged for the opportunity to one day serve others as their physician.  And, for the record, I think Leopold Bloom would have been an excellent one, so maybe I’ll be a better physician for having hacked my way through Ulysses.

Four days.