2004-02-10 - 5:40 p.m.
im getting to be a freaking inspiration to myself. i was about to sleep after a long day of work. 12 hours of work yesterday. 5 hours of sleep.
instead i jumped out of bed and finished a report of lupus on one of my patients and went to the gym. ran for 25 minutes, lifted a bit and am now gonna shower and study.
i get grounded every monday. i been working at the survivors of torture clinic every monday, seeing patients and helping them get asylum. my cardboard box of reality gets flattened everytime. its more like my bubble wrap of reality gets jumped on and popped.
these guys have come out through dark dark tunnels and the end of the tunnel is the remembering of how god damn dark the tunnel was. and they are forced to relive it in memory, in a foreign country in a foreign tongue.
they really have no choice. their bodies and their home soil have been carved up.
selling belt buckles in safety on the streets of harlem in winter cold aint that bad from where they have been.
not to say its ideal but they are here. and they live on and life itself compels an optimism.
gotta say more but i want to get it down in a ordered way.
sri
