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An interesting observation: colors are literally brighter when you're not depressed. I can't stress enough the fact that this is not a metaphor. They're more saturated, and every now and then, I stop to look at the porcelain sky or a particular nice shop sign. I've even admired traffic lights. I think I'm as euthymic as I've ever been, and stress levels are, well, non-zero, but at a local minimum.
I have mixed feelings about the fact that I recently, over dinner, found out that most of my junior colleagues are older than me. An artifact of Scotland encouraging graduate entry medicine. I suppose that's a reminder that even after several years grinding exams to get here, I'm making excellent time.
And then a med student with grey hair and a look of deep despondence said he was surprised to learn that he was a few months older than me. He said he'd thought I was in my early thirties. I shrugged, and said that was one way to find out I looked decrepit. I asked him how he felt about likely becoming a consultant in his 40s, which, to be fair, isn't that late by British standards. He said he was trying not to think about. Poor guy had applied for medicine multiple times; he'd done well enough on the exams, but failed the personality screens/interviews. He was bad at even faking the extroversion. A real shame, I explained that medicine strongly selected for the Type A-s, but the rest of us could make it anyway. I told him the important thing was that he was here now.
And then I explained that I felt that grey hair or a bit of the Norwood was an asset for male doctors. Engenders confidence. Implies we know what we're doing. This is perhaps a mild amount of cope, but I retain all my hair anyway. That comes as a surprise given what I've been through.
And a little while earlier, my boss had implied that he pegged my age around 21. That would explain quite a bit about his attitude towards me. I wish that were true.
Then there was the time I snuck into a clinical skills session meant for fresh interns. I hadn't done an ABG in four years, and I have a slightly irrational fear that it'll be expected of me. Even though I work in a specialty where we literally don't keep the equipment around. It's early days, and everyone is getting to know each other at that hospital. I was asked by someone how I felt about starting my internship. I said that I was rather glad it was long over, and that I had no business being here, but they weren't checking the guest list closely. They were amused, and asked me if I was trying to blend in. I looked down at the rather different shade of lanyard, and my dress shirt and nice shoes amidst a sea of scrubs, and said that I wasn't doing very well. At least I got the ABG done first try.
Sticking to the theme: a youthful intern was rizzing up the med students. One of the ladies was Australian, and thus subject to cross-cultural discourse about Kangaroo Jack and Crocodile Dundee. Look man, it's that or Drop Bears. The intern said that these were childhood artifacts from "our generation" - and the young lady couldn't be expected to know about them - while gesturing at me. At me. As the reference generation.
I couldn't let this stand. Every now and then he says something that makes me me want to crawl into a coffin, call me an anti-pedophile the way I'm out of touch with the youth. Nice kid, nonetheless. He'll eventually live down the jokes from one of the blood cultures he'd taken off a patient coming back positive for Lactobacillus salivarius - a commensal/symbiotic organism that, as the name strongly implies, is supposed to stay in the saliva. Getting to show off in front of the med students is just about the only perk of the intern years. Well behind me, but at least I can admire public infrastructure instead. It's been a green light for the first time in years.
Dude It’s Summer (in the British Isles). Come back in December when it gets dark at 2.30 and you haven’t seen the sun in six weeks and talk to us about the color of happiness. This is like when you’re happy on vacation.
I have, unfortunately, been in bonny Albion over several winters. I can't say it's ever helped things. You should be aware I've been here long enough to know that.
More importantly, I have been depressed during the summer. Most summers. Most places, including India.
This isn't a simple seasonal shift. If mere exposure to sunlight sufficed, I wouldn't have been depressed at home. It coincides with... well, a lot of things. Overcoming serious adversity and taking control of my life being an important one. I managed to achieve that while rather badly depressed - which was most of this summer. I presume it showed.
I don't see much sun even on a good day at work, at the height of the summer. I'm lucky if I can nip out for half an hour during a lunch break, or catch photons on the walk to and from work.
You don't need SAD to be sad. At least I don't.
I think the summer in Britain is much better than the summer in India, though. It might actually be the best summer in the whole world, in my opinion. I actually thought you’d only moved a year ago, but time is passing so quickly now, well…
I’m a very happy for your newfound happiness. I am skeptical your depression was ever as serious as you feared, but as someone who was there and who also randomly, arbitrarily overcame it for no real reason (I think I have probably written about it before) I understand. Still, winter is the real test.
It's not continental enough, in my opinion. Yes, you should want to get far enough from the equator to maximize summer daylight, but you should also want warm sunny weather. This year was an outlier, but I would take Tatarstan over Britain otherwise.
I think the continent gets too hot, mostly, especially as you go inland, even quite far north. Summer in Vienna or Moscow is awful, an avalanche of heat. Tatarstan is much better on that subject, at least.
Kazan is generally slightly hotter than Moscow in summer; summer in Moscow is miserable when there's not enough sun. I greatly prefer English spring and autumn, though.
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