Surgery or Love

                                                           Doctors

                                                                      Romantics

                                                         Interns

                                                                 Virgins

                                                Surgeons

                                                          Lovers

                                             Stethoscopes

                                                                Flowers

                                                     Scrubs

                                                           Sexy lingerie

                                              Antiseptic

                                                         Cologne

                                             Scrubbing in

                                                        Making out

                                                Gloves

                                                       Condoms

                                            First incision

                                                         Defloration

And lots of bleeding and pain…

        Surgery is like falling in love, but the only difference is that surgery stays forever. It’s not just a job, it’s a great experience, a lifestyle, a passion. Calling surgery ‘just a job’ is like calling love ‘just sex’, working out, no feelings.

      First experiences in the OR are like the very first date. You feel nervous, with an anxious face you observe the surgical procedure, like staring at girl’s boobs, but you don’t know what to do, or how you should do it… so you keep on staring and stay silent, because you might say something dumb or wrong. And when you hear ‘Scrub in!’ is like you’ve heard ‘Take your pants off!’, it means there’s no turning back and you must act now. Staying next to the table is like laying next to a naked girl… heartbeats bang faster and harder, as you’re making out with her… shaking hands, as you’re touching her soft skin for a first time… all movements are so precise and fine, as you’re petting her tender and loving… you’re doing your best, but actually it’s nothing more than just sweating and blushing… and doing wrong…

        Love or Surgery – what should you choose? Dear med-studs and surgeons-to-be, why should you single out love, if in case you pick out surgery you’re choosing both?!?

Each try - one more fault

  As medical students, we have a second chance like all other students, like all human beings. If we fail an exam, we'll have a resit, a second chance to pass it, to do it better. We are imperfect, because we're humans, we make mistakes all the time, sometimes we are not concentrated enough, or we're lazy and not motivated. Because of that we, the medical students, the human beings, are cursed to make mistakes, to do wrong, to fail.

  But the supreme reason of that is exactly the second chance. Failing and being not concentrated is built in the human nature because we all have the "undo" option. If we had only one attempt, without a right to retry, to redo, we would be more concentrated and successful.

   The medical doctors don't enjoy the privilege to fail and have a second try. Each mistake costs a lot, because the patient could pay with his life for it. The physician doesn't have an "undo-button" for his faults and a hearty "sorry" doesn't do it better. So the medical students should learn there's no retry, no second chance, the venture is just one; each mistake could be harmful and hazardous for many people, could be with far-reaching consequences and there's no forgiveness for it! But to work unmistakably is not enough to be a good doctor, we should try to do better, to be better, better doctors, better people. To right the wrong, to make away with fault, to turn evil into good, illness and disorder into health and vitality; to manage much better each time, without mistakes, that's the key of perfection, the key of being a great physician. 

Wine of your life...

  Once upon a time there was a band called "Dying For A Pie". Actually I was a drummer in that band, but anyways... the band doesn't exist yet, and I'm not a drummer anymore. I wrote a text of a song called "Wine Of Your Life" and I want to share it with you all. The text never became a song, but it doesn't matter, I like it. 

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Wine Of Your Life

By Dying For A Pie

My eyes are wide, with golden shine

I wait for you, and I will be thine

My teeth are sharp, full of poison

I’m a cold-blood killer, not a person

My snow white skin is cold as ice

Damn, I’m hungry, I hate this vice

Let me kiss your pulsing vain

Now I’m coming

Don’t hide in yourself

I wanna kiss your neck for a last time

You are screaming

So confused and afraid

Help me to survive, give me your blood-wine

I’m hiding in the shades of your mind

I will hurt you, but maybe not tonight

Please don’t run, I dislike it when you're tired

Please don’t scream, I’m faster then your shout

I desire to slake my thirst and survive

I desire to drink the wine of your life

My sweet breath is a cruel bait

Unfortunately you’re just a prey

You will soon fall a victim

My handsome looks is just a trap

I find you so delicious

I can smell the fear in your eyes

Relax, I’ll never kill you

I just wanna turn you one of us...

No!

Go!

Run!

I will hurt you

My snow white teeth

Rip your skin

Two black streams

Are running down

On your neck

I killed you

I love you

Don’t leave me

Forgive me

I turned you

In a monster

Like me...

Hips with frostbite kill the melancholy

Hint: If hips become frozen, heat them up with dipping in a hot teapot...

Winter came, it came again trapping the vitality of the nature in its crystal deadfall... 

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  Normally I hate the snow, I hate Christmas also, I hate the winter at all, but... this year it's different, such as there is a new season, a 5th season called "lovely winter".
  Two evenings ago I was staying on roof top of the mall called... "The Mall" (what an ingenious name) and I was watching the snowflakes falling over my head and covering the whole world with a cotton cobweb; the falling vanilla ice-cream bits messed about the sky like thousands of flies over a rotten pork flesh; the flashing Christmas lights twinkled and blinked an eye at me, seducing and making me to like them; down below, on the parking lot, there was a ice-rink full of children, who were shouting and laughing, crying down the Christmas songs... The whole background made me feel like I'm a character in a fairytale or in a Coca-Cola commercial. This winter is not the same awful season it had always been; the snow is no more ice-cold and wet, it's just white and beautiful; Christmas isn't a boring commercialistic and arty holiday anymore...

  I wish it would be one enchanting Christmas...

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O! You better watch out!
You better not cry
Better not pout
I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town 

  

Physiology of the cardiac muscle

  Anatomy, physiology, biochemistry, biophysics... we study all these subjects in the Medical school. We know in details the structure and funktion of each part of the human body, can measure and register its activity; we are familiar with all hormones and chemical substances, which cause different reactions in the body and we can write their complicated structural formulae... 

  

  We spent hundreds of hours studing the specifications of every single cell, tissue and organ in the "corpus humani"*, we remember how it's organized and made, how it works, how it's called in Latin, but we don't know the answers of much more simple questions - why do we "function" that way. I bet all of my fellow-students know most of the anatomical details of the human heart - structure of the valves, pattern of the muscularity and vascularity, but none of them know, how a fist-sized organ is capable of containing so many feelings.

Physiology of the heart... it's so simple - depolarization followed by a repolarization, systole, and then comes the diastole, top-tup, top-tup; each of us can auscultate the cardiac tones, can make and analyze an ECG** and know exactly how  the heart works. But why the heart beats pound faster, when we're scared or we're thinking about our significant others? Obviously! The cardiac rhytm is controlled by the sympathetic nervous system. Yes, I'm sure you know that, but how feelings and emotions - love, anger, fear, hate, lust, wrath, envy, can control the activity of each organ, can supervise and overpower the whole body... 

  Studying  hardly and being good at physiology or biochemistry will help us to be competent physicians one day. We know how enzymes, hormones and neuromedioators keep tabs on the whole body, but... when will we get answers, why love (especially when it's unrequited) does it better...

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*human body (Lat.)
**Electrocardiography

Ars Longa, Vita Brevis

 "Vita est brevis, ars longa,occasio praeceps, experientia fallax, judicium difficile..."*
 Hippocrates

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"Ars Longa, Vita Brevis" or "The Art is long staying, and the Life is brief"... the art of medicine, the art of healing,  the art of being God...

There is something very strange, when people realize that you're a doctor; they don't see you as a human being, they see you as god. Yes, each doctor is a god, he saves and gives human lives, takes lives if makes a mistake, the vitality of people depends on him; the doctor masters the art of healing, knows the secrets of cure and creates and protects life's vital "gear" - the Health. So the doctor is a creator, a demiurge, an artist, а real God.

But I don't study medicine, because I want to become a god, I do it, because I want to be a artist... As pathologically addicted to all kinds of Art, I want to acquire and improve the greatest one - the art of saving human life. I wonder if my talent for drawing and painting would help me being a physician... we just have to wait and see...

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*I wanted to start my first post on this blog with my favorite quatation of the Hippocrates' Aphorisms. 

The original citation in Greek sounds: "Ὁ βίος βραχύς, ἡ δὲ τέχνη μακρή, ὁ δὲ καιρὸς ὀξύς, ἡ δὲ πεῖρα σφαλερή, ἡ δὲ κρίσις χαλεπή..." and the English translation is: "Art is long, vitality is brief, occasion precipitous, experiment perilous, judgment difficult..."