August 27th, 2020

I had a day yesterday. One of those days where the mind doesn't want you to feel well no matter where you try to point your thoughts. Turns out doing medical school remotely is not good for the psyche. A combination of being physically separated from human contact for our overabundance of Covid-caution, taken completely away from my primary service with the exception overnight call (which I sit diligently covering now) and otherwise as alone as someone might get makes for a sour swallowed pill.

Although the efficacy varies, I usually try to treat that brand of blues with a bike ride. Much of my riding over the last month or so has been nearly at or well after dark, both because my days in the hospital were pretty long and the Philadelphia heat is oppressive, even after the sun goes down. So, last night I hopped on my bike to crush a few hills around the area and try to perk up. Fast forward and not once, but twice I toppled off my bike during the ride. Once where I hit a ledge of pavement trying to cross a small gravel bit and a second where a juniper bush caught me as I tried to avoid an oncoming pedestrian. Thankfully both were at slow speed, but my damn hip doesn't care how fast or slow it was, it still took a solid bruising. Scratched up the right knee also, but pretty minimally. Admittedly, I was pretty disappointed with the results of my intervention. At least the bike is ok, with the exception of a scuff on the back of the saddle. 

The call phone rings with stories of tongue injuries.

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