A note for those who’d be wise
If it comes as a surprise
It’s most likely bad.
The good times you’ve had
You could probably already surmise.
Synopsis: I’m a Family Practitioner from Sioux City, Iowa. In 2010 I danced back from the brink of burnout, and honoring a 1 year non-compete clause, travelled and worked in out-of-the-way places in Alaska, Nebraska, Iowa, and New Zealand. After three years working with a Community Health Center, I am back having adventures in temporary positions until they have an Electronic Medical Record System (EMR) I can get along with. I spent the winter in Nome, Alaska, and finished a couple of assignments in rural Iowa.
Time comes to us, not as a series of days or years, but as an unbroken chain of moments. Each moment lasts a second or three. As human beings, when we awaken in the morning we all know we’ll have good moments and bad moments. Most moments come and go as neutral.
I enjoy saying that if we let the bad moments contaminate the neutral moments we’re giving them too much power, and if we let them sully the good moments we’re missing the point.
Time spent thinking of bad moments that haven’t happened constitutes a misuse of imagination. The psychiatric community calls it catastrophizing, thinking of sequences that follow from a bad “what if.”
Most of our good moments come to us announced. Yes, once I really did find a diamond in a stairwell, and the gift of a soprano saxophone in fact rendered me literally speechless. But my marriage, my children, my graduations, all arrived more or less on time after much anticipation.
In contrast, with few exceptions, the really bad moments come to us as complete surprises, unannounced and unexpected. Bad medical news, such as my diagnosis of appendiceal carcinoid, and news of our daughter’s climbing accident, for example, came with no warning. When I think of my lifetime’s 10 worst moments, I have to admit that they ambushed me, every time.
Both Bethany and I had very bad moments yesterday, the kind of moments that, despite all efforts to the contrary, ruin the rest of the day. We commiserated, we supported each other, and we hugged. And later, taking my own advice, I put a rubber band on my wrist for self-administered aversion therapy. When a negative, useless thought intrudes, I pull the rubber band back about 9 inches and let it go; bad thoughts creep in with less frequency as long as I keep the rubber band on my wrist.
In the late part of the day we attended a social gathering, which celebrated Bethany’s last day on her job. She has done a lot of good work for the last couple of years, and we’re looking forward to spending more time together.
At that gathering, a former patient I hadn’t seen for years, talked to me about a very bad diagnosis. I listened, sympathized, and told her about my personal experience with carcinoid of the appendix. But we also discussed our music community, and the person congratulated me on taking saxophone lessons.