Each of you comes here today a hopeful. Wanting in on the game. A month ago you were in med school being taught by doctors. Today, you are the doctors. The seven years you spend here as a surgical resident will be the best and worst of your life. You will be pushed to the breaking point. Look around you. Say hello to your competition. Eight of you will switch to an easier specialty. Five of you will crack under the pressure and two of your will be asked to leave. This is your starting line. This is your arena. How well you play? That’s up to you.
You are eight feet tall. Your boobs are perfect. Your hair is down to
there. If I were you I’d walk around naked all the time. I
wouldn’t have a job. I wouldn’t have skills. I wouldn’t even know how to
read. I’d just be naked.
I forgive you. I forgive you for treating me like crap and I forgive you for letting your friend treat me like crap. I don’t know how you get up in the morning, I honestly don’t. Our dad abandoned you. And your mom by all accounts was the meanest person ever and you can’t let Derek love you and it all really, really sucks. But ever since I knew you existed I had this fantasy about my big sister and you have failed, on every occasion to live up to that fantasy.
Cerco di amare i tuoi gusti musicali, ti lascio l'ultimo pezzo di torta, potrei saltare dalla montagna più alta se me lo chiedessi. E ciò che mi porta a odiarti, mi spinge ad amarti. Per cui..prendi me, scegli me, ama me.
there’s a thing we say when someone dies. we say it to the patient’s family. we say, “i’m sorry for your loss.” it’s a pat little phrase and an empty one. it doesn’t begin to cover what’s actually happen to them. it lets us empathize without actually feeling their devastation ourselves. it protects us from feeling that pain. that dark, seeking, relentless pain. The kind that can eat you alive. and every day, I thank God for that. we can’t get too close. if we felt even a little of the love and the joy and the hopes that our patients are saying goodbye to, we’d never be able to function. so we say, “we’re sorry for your loss” and we hope it offers something. some little bit of support, some bit of peace, some bit of closure, something good, some little piece of beauty in the midst of some place dark. an unexpected gift just when it’s needed most.
Favorite Friendships: Callie Torres & Cristina Yang ↳ Okay, you need anything? I need to see my baby. She’s mostly tubes and wires. And she looks more like a chicken than a baby…like a–like a featherless, beakless chicken. You want to wait til she’s cuter. You’re the worst godmother ever. You picked me.