To perfect your communication is the lifelong pursuit of a holy grail.
The journey starts with the alphabet and ends with telepathy. But the tools we employ along the way are pretty basic.
When you apply this priority to the practice of medicine, the drama is intensified.
The subtleties are not just subtleties anymore. At the risk of appearing crass, they may be life and death.
Don't take my word of it, ask any over confident doctor. I can tell you. He won't know what you are talking about.
Especially when you colour it as follows.
Your self awareness of style, external perception and ultimately the frequency and low hum of the electromagnetic waves you give off must be tuned every minute if not every second to see the Matrix.
Or to have the picture on the stereogram pop into focus.
To find the centre of the maze.
To screenprint in technicolor directly onto an imaginary T-shirt made from background reading and experiential toil which has the word Diagnosis written where the ironing instructions should be.
Ahem.
And then because that's tricky, you have to make it effortless. Not just appear that way, but actually BE effortless. You don't want to stress yourself out.
Then that is who you are, whom you have chosen to become and then medicine is no longer something you just do.
You don't hear so much of it in these days of part timers and jobshare or in those who think a full working week lasts less than 40 hours but maybe that?s what it means when people use the overtired word vocation.
I'd like to think so.
Medicine is a lyrical journey with a catchy harmony and an increasingly contagious refrain.
You have to try to hear the themes through the cacophony.
And then you can to tune your own instrument to the melody of maladie.
