I stayed up late tonight watching BBC4 - of course having a surgical course tomorrow still hasnt stunted my ability that when i feel an easy day is coming on rather than the humdru mof work, my ability to organise my life goes out the window. I went to a very old public school...one arose at 7.20 in the morning when this big fuck off (copyright to Mr Eddie Izzard of course) alarm bell went off throughout the school.
One would put on ones trousers, still stripped to the waist and trudge to the washbasins, give the teeth a good seeing to, wet ones hair by some gymnastic talent being able to fully immerse ones head in alternately artic water then infernally hot steam that issued from the other tap. The basin was of course about 5 foot off the ground, so those of my fellow pupils who at 13 hadnt started their growth spurt headed downstairs to breakfast with shocking hair - i being taller of course managed to sport the latest floppy curtains hairstyle going.
Again I desist - i
still set my alarm for 7.20 - promptly ignore it for as long as possible and then see if i can gather my stuff together, scald throat with hot tea and a single dry weetabix and zoom to work. Why is it ideed that now living in a house on my own, my ability to have a timetable goes to pot?
All asides aside - i watched this programme tonight that charted the history of the Amnesty International stage shows that included such luminaries as Peter Cook, John Williams playing Il Cavatina from the Deerhunter and of course Monty Python. It brought back a lot of memories of having seen such sketches as the Parrot Sketch and the introduction of Rowan Atkinson as the Sadistic Headmaster, at an age that was far too young to enjoy such things thoroughly - but enjoy them i did....why do i go on...well simply, as Stephen Fry said at the end of the programme..."To quote some dead poet, as time progresses one never experiences the initial rapture of something first experienced".
I have to agree, whether it is a joke, a monument in some far flung place in the world, a first kiss or the sunset in a certain place. The latter of course never ceases to amaze me as which two sunsets could ever be the same? But I have found this certainly to be true, this lack of wonderment after first experience that has led me to find difficulty in staying in one job, on one career path, in one city, for long. Im not easily bored but just crave the new and wonderful all the time. I finally chose to become a doctor because the sheer multitude of difference diseases, or how they present, or how the story of the build up of the condition is related by a patient, never fails to amaze. For me the mixture of surgery and medicine and treating patients of all ages in Obstetrics and Gynaecology is far greater than any other speciality, and with each experience comes a new responsibility:
And so this brings me back to my public school, whose motto in ancient french "Quant Je Puis" means not "when I can" but " as
much as I can." It still rings true today and I hope I never stop wishing to visit and take part in the new future - Brave New World perhaps still in an original 1948 copy sat on the cistern of the toilet of my old english teacher - now 76 and going strong.) Peter H thanks for the opportunity to discover new things.