Hello god? It's me ... claybert.
It's been a while -- but if REM can do it, so can I. This won't be an exciting blog post -- mostly it will just be a blog post. I've loved writing, and when I look over the past two years the majority of my writing has been summaries of individual's bodily functions. Not that I don't love being a poop and pee journalist -- it's more that I can't add a creative flair for fear of legal action. It would not compromise patient care to document,
"Mr. S was complaining of fevers, chills and peeing out his butt,"
But I can see how that would look poorly to another doc doing a chart review. I can also see how that would look even poorly-er in a legal-type setting if Mr. S had a bad outcome and his family got angry. Nonetheless I don't feel stifled, I mostly just feel tired of typing, and after each long day of logging hours on my butt, I feel like off my butt is the place to be while at home.
Turning to a few housekeeping issues, this blog has a lot of baggage. It carries around almost 8 years of gunk. More than once I've had to go back and delete posts that would've made me sound cool to other 19-year-olds but much less cool to possible medical schools and employers. In that sense this blog is a bit of a burden. Automatically it carries around embarrassing pictures of me. I've done my best to mute it by ignoring it and filling it with dead links and outdated formatting, but it still persists.
But writing makes me feel better, akin to sad bastard music. All writers are sad bastards under their dust jackets anyhow.
Lastly, blogger's interface just sucks. Wordpress is so much better, cleaner and simpler. But it doesn't link to my google account. And for that I think I'll keep this blog. Stay tuned for a new background and culling broken links!
<3
RC
It's been a while -- but if REM can do it, so can I. This won't be an exciting blog post -- mostly it will just be a blog post. I've loved writing, and when I look over the past two years the majority of my writing has been summaries of individual's bodily functions. Not that I don't love being a poop and pee journalist -- it's more that I can't add a creative flair for fear of legal action. It would not compromise patient care to document,
"Mr. S was complaining of fevers, chills and peeing out his butt,"
But I can see how that would look poorly to another doc doing a chart review. I can also see how that would look even poorly-er in a legal-type setting if Mr. S had a bad outcome and his family got angry. Nonetheless I don't feel stifled, I mostly just feel tired of typing, and after each long day of logging hours on my butt, I feel like off my butt is the place to be while at home.
Turning to a few housekeeping issues, this blog has a lot of baggage. It carries around almost 8 years of gunk. More than once I've had to go back and delete posts that would've made me sound cool to other 19-year-olds but much less cool to possible medical schools and employers. In that sense this blog is a bit of a burden. Automatically it carries around embarrassing pictures of me. I've done my best to mute it by ignoring it and filling it with dead links and outdated formatting, but it still persists.
But writing makes me feel better, akin to sad bastard music. All writers are sad bastards under their dust jackets anyhow.
Lastly, blogger's interface just sucks. Wordpress is so much better, cleaner and simpler. But it doesn't link to my google account. And for that I think I'll keep this blog. Stay tuned for a new background and culling broken links!
<3
RC
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