Now think about it and answer your true beliefs.
I was speaking with a wonderful physician the other day to whom I asked this question, (let’s call her Doctora.)
I respect Doctora for her character, personality, standard of medical practice and interpersonal beauty. She is a bulldog in the operating room. When patients need studies done that insurances won’t pay for, she tears barriers to treatment apart with vicious tools of rightness. And she cares. She sits. She asks. And she cares. She sees the person in the paper gown, each one for the person she knows them to be and the person yet unknown.
I admire Doctora greatly not only for these qualities but also because it gets personal. I, who have my own special practice of medicine, cannot do her’s.
When just a green bumbler in medical school, there was a fateful day when I shadowed another great artist of medical care into a locker room. I suited up in that blue sack they call scrubs. I put little blue sacks over my tennis shoes too.
Do you know why there are blue sacks on the surgeon’s shoes? So that when wet things come out of the human body and fall onto their feet, their toes won’t feel squishy. Yep. That’s what was going through my mind as I scrubbed my hands, each finger and each finger nail the ten minutes it takes to reach what is considered clean.
Surgery in progress, the color red mixed with a smell and monstrous sensual force that clobbered me to the ground. I swooned, gagged and promptly ended my surgical career.
There is nothing more irritating to a surgeon than someone who doesn’t appreciate the “fun” of “cutting.” Yes. I irritated this mentor and others too I’m afraid.
This doesn’t keep me unfortunately from pleasuring in telling people, “I am licensed to do surgery.” I am you know. Any Jane with a medical license can pick a scalpel up and bring back the dark ages, or contemporary, depending on who holds the license. I’m irritating to my mentors, remember. It reminds me how anyone can go online and pay to become a marriage registrar, i.e. perform a marriage ceremony for couples. My brother did that twenty years ago and has yet to perform the marriage ceremony for a willing couple. For real judges and clergy, this might be irritating too and that makes me a little happy as well.
Anywho, Doctora and I were rolling with the injustices haranguing us in the practice of medicine, both from the angle of the physician and the patient. I was pumping her up for being the cutting-wonder who she was and she was dutifully marveling at my jabber-mouth work that she would, “never be able to do in a million years.” Somehow this brought us round to how our culture avoids embracing the biological paradigm of anything inside our skull but is so willing to celebrate it for any other part of our human bodies.
Where do emotions and behaviors come from?
Doctora answered me with a frozen breath. Then after I soiled the air with a lot of jabbering and she was finally able to speak, she said,
I would just be horrified if my brain got sick!
I wondered if it was scary enough to clobber her to the ground, but I do agree. Terrifying. Don’t you think?
Question: Is that why hardly anyone can speak about the brain being human and largely responsible for where our emotions and behaviors come from? How has this played into your experience of self-care? Please tell me your story.
Self-Care Tip – Go to the fear that keeps you from embracing your biology to gain more freedom.
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- Testosterone modulates brain talk in social emotional behavior. (mindblog.dericbownds.net)