Retrospective: distilled aphorisms from last summer’s posts

It’s been now a year and a day

Since I left near the end of last May

     I’ve bettered my writing

     I’ve weathered weird lighting

And I’m not doing this for the pay.

Synopsis:  I’m a family practitioner from Sioux City, Iowa.  On sabbatical to dance back from the verge of burnout, I’m having adventures and working in out-of-the-way places.  Right now I’m living in Amberley, and working the last half of a four-week assignment in Waikari, less than an hour from quake-stricken Christchurch, in New Zealand’s South Island. 

My non-compete clause expired yesterday; I went over my posts from that time, and found the following pieces of truth:

One cannot go to discover new adventures without leaving home; mobility must be weighed against cost.

Life is full of tradeoffs.

Anyone who asks for medical care in the hallway deserves what they get.

Little is certain in life, especially when it comes to the future.

If “call” means twelve hours, the term carries fewer negative connotations than when it means seventy-two hours.

Two doctors who talk to each other will consistently give better medical care than one doctor, no matter how brilliant, who doesn’t converse professionally.

Cheese and crackers at leisure taste better than steak bolted.

Contrast is the essence of meaning.

Where there is cultural contact there will be gene flow.  It’s in the nature of young men and women.

Separation anxiety is a universal human emotion.

A toddler, given an object, will find a way to insert that object into an orifice.   

A cut needing stitches raises suspicions of a family under stress.

 People who don’t sleep well get sick.

You can’t know what you can’t know.

Stress and alcohol make things worse which makes drinking under stress a bad idea.

A thin young drunk runs faster than an aging, overweight, well equipped cop in Kevlar, but doesn’t get far because the cop can run in a straight line.

If you’ve seen more than three doctors for the same problem, the chances that I’m going to make you better tonight are not good.

No one can count anything after two drinks, especially not the number of drinks.

Every day I see patients I will see at least one thing I’ve never seen before.

Most lifelong scars are acquired under or near the influence of alcohol, before the age of 10 or between puberty and 25.

Things that seem like a good idea at the time turn out to be a really bad idea when alcohol is included.

High emotions make for high learning.

Every doctor faces information overload; prioritize or be swamped. 

The wonderful parts about day-to-day life lose their wonder when they come every day; but when we go and come back we can relish and savor the ordinary.

The line between work and friends got blurrier and blurrier as the years went on.

Economists have shown that people get happier in proportion to their money only until they’re slightly over the poverty line, then they get more unhappy with every extra dollar.  So don’t buy a lottery ticket, you might win.

More happens in a day of sitting around camp on an island than I care to write or than my audience would care to read.

All work and no play make Jack a dead boy.

Interpersonal respect, hours, money and benefits much be considered as a whole package.

If all the doctors had a sudden attack of sanity and stopped working life-shortening overtime hours, there wouldn’t be enough doctors.

Dead-end and bitterness define each other, and sap the joy from life.

You’ll enjoy the trip a lot more if you’re not in a hurry.

Forty years changes you more than it changes the road.

Chronic pain cannot be controlled in the absence of good, restorative sleep.


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2 Responses to “Retrospective: distilled aphorisms from last summer’s posts”

  1. AussieAlaskan Says:

    Some of this is sooo true and some I suspect to be so.

  2. David Sterling Says:

    Steve- I have been getting your daily blogs. I took your last one to shul yesterday and gave it to the Rabbi. I see your one year period is up and soon you will be returning to Sioux City. Your daily limericks are charming (if that is the appropriate appellation) and I have enjoyed your comments about the North Slope nad New Zealand. You have one attribute that I seem to have in short supply. PATENCE (not patients) It must take an endless supply of real patience to deal with some of the people that you treat.

    I look forward to seeing you again soon in Sioux City. Have a good day. And be sure to give Bethany our best regards. Roberta wants me to be sure to say hello to Bethany for her.


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