May 24th, 2004

Nykki in White

What is man, so cruelly and unusually fashioned?

Oliver Sacks writes, in The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat:
If we wish to know about a man, we ask "what is his story - his real, inmost story?" - for each of us is a biography, a story. Each of us is a singular narrative, which is constructed, continually, unconsciously, by, through, and in us - through our perceptions, our feelings, our thoughts, our actions; and not least, our discourse, our spoken narrations. Biologically, physiologically, we are not so different from each other; historically, as narratives - we are each of us unique. To be ourselves we must have ourselves - possess, if need be re-possess, our life stories. We must "recollect" ourselves; recollect the inner drama, the narrative, of ourselves. A man needs such a narrative, a continuous inner narrative, to maintain his identity, his self.

What an appropriate comment.

I slack off on my stories when I am on vacation, O Best Beloved, because there are so many fascinating things to do. And now I have settled down in my seat for a few minutes between our abortive attempts to assemble a new grill (three girls, all fairly intelligent, and none of us can figure out why the blasted thing is crooked) and a much-needed session of vegging out. I will summarize:

Thursday: Everyone wanted to die on Thursday, it seemed. I went to see two early and unproductive consults - one who left before he was sober enough for us to talk to (third ER visit in 24 hours, the man just comes for a safe place to get a little more sober) - and the other a girl who'd overdosed on GHB and miscellaneous other party drugs. She was certainly willing to tell me what had happened, but I don't speak Stoned well, and her mumbling was positively incomprehensible. Two down.
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Went home early. Crammed for exams.

Friday: Came in and took Psychiatry at 0830 and EBM at 1230. Psychiatry wasn't so terribly bad; I am quite anxious about it after having skipped my usual rituals of taking the exam twice and counting all my answers by categories, but I think I did well enough. Passing is anything better than two standard deviations below the mean. EBM was a breeze: do a literature search and some math problems.
Drove home, had RP, and I must report quotes from that eventually. Went to bed relatively early.

Saturday and Sunday are kind of a blur. We went shopping for some food, found a new grill to purchase, and the youth played "Hallelujah Chorus" on choirchimes. Babysat for another church's video seminar (please, in your homeschooling curriculum, include "do not act like wild hellions when eight years old" next to "the Bible says men should not have long hair"?) and played a lot of Warcraft.

And today I have slept in, worked out, taken my brother clypheous to the airport so he can fly back to New York, put the grill together and found that it was crooked. Also shopped. And now I'm thinking I'll play a little more World of Warcraft and roleplay and sort of bum around until Angel comes home, when we will negotiate the grill.

Because, O Best Beloved, these ten days are my summer break.
I am a fourth-year!
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