Day 4 CT – ITU.
Last and final day
Loving the work – get to help with putting in a PEG. Fascination stuff. End at a civilised hour. Get dressed up and leave to the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
I was sceptical before. I am not a fan of museums with large obese collections spanning countries and periods. I don’t love the Louvre or the British museum for that reason. Too much confusion, don’t like time travel.
The Met however – is paradise found. You walk through these impossible doors, and are greated by a gentle hum of human voices. Large urns full of fresh flowers, staircases left, right and centre. Like a magical wonderland – up one, into one world, walk sideways, into another. In one hour, you can be a princess in Byzantium, a geisha in Kyoto and a Ming scholar.
Stumbled upstairs in the Japanese painting collection. Realy tempted to roll up all the paintings and take them home. Japanese prints are my new thing – ended up in a Ming scholars garden. So peaceful. Reminded me of home
Wish I had persevered with the Mandarin
Interruption of reverie – phone rings
Meeting alma and the boys at the café in the museum for pre dinner drinks. Classical music in the veranda, we manage to get a table opposite the musicians. Drinks, truffle oil coated popcorn, honey toasted brie. Keep going – will not drink anything not out of a Martini glass. Excellent
Boys leave to Washington. A little blue – me and alma and the boys, we were a unit.
Without them, it is like a train with no wheels, a doll with no arms. Maybe to mirror my mood, it started to rain. Alma and I rush to the first open restaurant, careless of food to take shelter from the rain. Probably drinking too much – Zinfandel – thanks Smriti for your evil influence
F calls – him and K are in a bar on the Upper East side. Alma and I join them. Why not? When work starts and my life is over, I will regret every opportunity not taken to have a good time.
Woefully inappropriately dressed – skyscraper heels in a sportsbar.
Converse about topics unremembered. Tried to explain ‘that’s what she said’. Unclear if I got the concept through.
Bedtime
Friday, May 21, 2010
Thursday week 1
Day 3 – CT ITU
Meet up with boys and alma in Central Park. Love love love the Park. Decide to go boating on the lake. Skeptical at first – too damned lazy. But boys insist, and am grateful – was fab (fab makes me happy).
A and I used to cox – it was like being back in an 8 again. Note really, but more than say, shopping for shoes. Park was beautiful, idyllic, picturesque, bucolic, bored of adjectivising.
Why don’t we make up words more often? Hats off to A Burgess x
Sidetrack
Must not write when drinking… crazyperson comes to the forefront. Anyway, left park for dinner and bedtime x
Meet up with boys and alma in Central Park. Love love love the Park. Decide to go boating on the lake. Skeptical at first – too damned lazy. But boys insist, and am grateful – was fab (fab makes me happy).
A and I used to cox – it was like being back in an 8 again. Note really, but more than say, shopping for shoes. Park was beautiful, idyllic, picturesque, bucolic, bored of adjectivising.
Why don’t we make up words more often? Hats off to A Burgess x
Sidetrack
Must not write when drinking… crazyperson comes to the forefront. Anyway, left park for dinner and bedtime x
Wednesday week 2
Day 2 – CT ITU. Day passes in a blur, ward round, jobs. Love the late starts – 8.30am. Lucky to be here and alive.
Tuesday week 2
Start day on Cardiothoracic ITU. Love the system of thinking about patients – from head to toe, starting with neuro. Going to incorporate their style of making lists into my own practice. Beautifully systematic. Difficult now though, am ready to take on more responsibility, but it is not going to happen in a foreign country.
Not a taxing day. End early – go to Guggenheim with the boys. Love the architecture, remember it from when I was a child. Daddy went to NY and bought me some swirly magnets.
Typical embarrassment of treasures. Paintings are like perfume. The scent of somebody you once knew, and memories which hit you in the face, everytime you walk into a crowd and find it
Chagall painting – parachutes, cats, La tour d’Eiffel.. when I was a teenager learning French in a hot classroom – being transported to a foreign land twice a week
More Picasso – when I was with Tom in Barcelona
Monet, Manet, Renoir – first time in Paris by myself , aged 15. Away from mommy and daddy. Toute seule, standing in the Pompidou in front of a Mondrian – impressions of New York. Can this be art?
Photographs – sitting with R at home, learning to use my camera. Getting parano about NY
Enough. Box closed
East Village beckons – Nippon Go (get it) with boys and F
We have some form of intellectual conversation. Too old for intellectual sometimes – spend 6 mths of my life ensconced with my intellect – and it doesn’t keep you warm at night
Bedtime xx
Not a taxing day. End early – go to Guggenheim with the boys. Love the architecture, remember it from when I was a child. Daddy went to NY and bought me some swirly magnets.
Typical embarrassment of treasures. Paintings are like perfume. The scent of somebody you once knew, and memories which hit you in the face, everytime you walk into a crowd and find it
Chagall painting – parachutes, cats, La tour d’Eiffel.. when I was a teenager learning French in a hot classroom – being transported to a foreign land twice a week
More Picasso – when I was with Tom in Barcelona
Monet, Manet, Renoir – first time in Paris by myself , aged 15. Away from mommy and daddy. Toute seule, standing in the Pompidou in front of a Mondrian – impressions of New York. Can this be art?
Photographs – sitting with R at home, learning to use my camera. Getting parano about NY
Enough. Box closed
East Village beckons – Nippon Go (get it) with boys and F
We have some form of intellectual conversation. Too old for intellectual sometimes – spend 6 mths of my life ensconced with my intellect – and it doesn’t keep you warm at night
Bedtime xx
Monday week 2
Go to Grand round – nice late start at 7am. Interesting topic – awareness and its research. Imaging being paralysed, ventilated but wide awake? Im thinking of speaking an absolutely ridiculous line in every case, and see if the patient remembers it – any suggestions?
Tlef ekil gnitirw sint ecnetnes srawkcab (work it out?)
Some people advance the use of Bis, which measures an algorithm to work out brain activity. Numbers > 80 – patient likely to be aware. Think its rubbish – need to read
Spend my day in ENT – learn loads, how to use a Mac blade and assemble it. ENT attending reminds me of dad, keeps offering to find me a husband.
Later, have reservations with alma and the boys at Brasserie Les Halles. Run by A Bourdain of Discovery channel fame. Meat feast. Put on my back dress with fab crinoline, and fab silly gold shoes and walz into restaurant. Wine, food, crepes suzettes – this is the life
Walk to tube station – random man sat on railing… looks at me and says repeatedly
‘ You’re beautiful’ – Am I ? What does it mean anyway? Or matter?
Tell him to take a hike and walk off – have I always been this unpleasant?
Tlef ekil gnitirw sint ecnetnes srawkcab (work it out?)
Some people advance the use of Bis, which measures an algorithm to work out brain activity. Numbers > 80 – patient likely to be aware. Think its rubbish – need to read
Spend my day in ENT – learn loads, how to use a Mac blade and assemble it. ENT attending reminds me of dad, keeps offering to find me a husband.
Later, have reservations with alma and the boys at Brasserie Les Halles. Run by A Bourdain of Discovery channel fame. Meat feast. Put on my back dress with fab crinoline, and fab silly gold shoes and walz into restaurant. Wine, food, crepes suzettes – this is the life
Walk to tube station – random man sat on railing… looks at me and says repeatedly
‘ You’re beautiful’ – Am I ? What does it mean anyway? Or matter?
Tell him to take a hike and walk off – have I always been this unpleasant?
Sunday week 1
After months of being sensible, find myself up at 10am in the morning after a night of minimum sleep – booze sleep.
Let life begin.
Go to brunch with alma, the boys and F. Then we walk to the Williamsburg bridge, stopping en route in a garden. Not professionally landscaped, run by volunteers. The enthusiastic Labrador retriever of gardens, tongue lolling, bounding on lap with muddy paws. Strangely moved.
Bridge – very pretty shiny water… slightly ridiculous scene, with a man being filmed in front of a bridge. Think strong German accent, strange bleached blond hair, discourse on sex I think. Have I stumbled upon the Havelock Ellis of our time? He may never be a star but applause for courage. Life is too short to not go for what you want. To reach out and try to grab it
Kicked off my shoes. Felt wind in my hair and after months post finals, began to feel – climbed up on the railing and stared at the water.
What was I expecting – that a dolphin would jump out?
Let life begin.
Go to brunch with alma, the boys and F. Then we walk to the Williamsburg bridge, stopping en route in a garden. Not professionally landscaped, run by volunteers. The enthusiastic Labrador retriever of gardens, tongue lolling, bounding on lap with muddy paws. Strangely moved.
Bridge – very pretty shiny water… slightly ridiculous scene, with a man being filmed in front of a bridge. Think strong German accent, strange bleached blond hair, discourse on sex I think. Have I stumbled upon the Havelock Ellis of our time? He may never be a star but applause for courage. Life is too short to not go for what you want. To reach out and try to grab it
Kicked off my shoes. Felt wind in my hair and after months post finals, began to feel – climbed up on the railing and stared at the water.
What was I expecting – that a dolphin would jump out?
Saturday week 1
Alma is still in San Fran … take the boys to Coney Island. Think of Ella Fitzgerald.
Kitsch as hell, wonderful place to photograph with bright colours. Swinging Ferris wheel, whiplash inducing rollercoaster..pink candyfloss, a million calorie hotdogs.
Went to the aquarium – photographed fish, need long lens
China town – Vietnamese food with avocado milkshakes… love love love it
First foray into the meatpacking district – drinks with boys and F
Long conversations till 4 in the morning with an old talkie in the background broadcast against the wall. The kind where they drive, and the scenery doesn’t move
Promised myself to never drink anything that isn’t in a Martini glass – in retrospect has served me well
Very civilised – thank god it deteriorates
Kitsch as hell, wonderful place to photograph with bright colours. Swinging Ferris wheel, whiplash inducing rollercoaster..pink candyfloss, a million calorie hotdogs.
Went to the aquarium – photographed fish, need long lens
China town – Vietnamese food with avocado milkshakes… love love love it
First foray into the meatpacking district – drinks with boys and F
Long conversations till 4 in the morning with an old talkie in the background broadcast against the wall. The kind where they drive, and the scenery doesn’t move
Promised myself to never drink anything that isn’t in a Martini glass – in retrospect has served me well
Very civilised – thank god it deteriorates
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