I write, for I must keep up.
I started my residency in Otorhinolaryngology from May the first. It is now the 26th. Almost a month into this and BOY, has the time flown!
It has been the most mercurial month of my entire long life that it took me to graduate as an MBBS doctor. Now, here I am with another three years of my life on the line, pining to become a Master of Surgery of the ear, nose, and throat. To say it has been a testing month would be quite well worded, for it has been testing: academically, mentally, physically, socially, and perhaps even philosophically. But of course I don't know where to start; we'll get there in good time.
For now, allow me to share with you my experience of watching the series finale of Game of Thrones that aired earlier this month.
You see, I'm the type of annoying person who reads all the novels the movies are based on. So, 5 giant fantasy fiction books and 8 seasons into the saga, I was REALLY looking forward to knowing how they end the show after all these years. Expectedly enough, the Monday morning that it aired in India, I had my duties jam packed from 6 am.
Yet nothing was to ruin it for me.
I avoided all social media, lest there be spoilers. I avoided calls from friends, because I still wanted to stay friends with them. I ran out of earshot of any small talk sparking in my vicinity. I took the staircase -from the casualty on the ground floor to the wards on the tenth- twenty times, for the entire day, just so that I wouldn't be confined in closed quarters amidst awkward elevator chit-chat where they use GOT as an icebreaker. Before I knew it, it was 10 pm. My work hours were at an end. I now got to go to my hostel room and watch the finale that everyone else in the world already had.
But of course not.
That was the night of 5 emergency calls: I never got to exit the hospital building. It was 6 am again, and it was OT day now. You cannot mess up anything when there's an OT day: the cascade of events always circle back to how you forgetting to put the Operation Theatre list on the designated spot led to Global Warming. Of course, that's only if you're at the bottom of the food chain, as all R1s are.
I did not mess up. Nothing was to ruin it for me. I continued the self quarantine. I got free at 11.30 pm that night.
I went back to my hostel room and took a shower. I set the lights and temperature to just the right strengths; this viewing was to be an experience that would perhaps never be replicated, and it was entirely my own. I fired up my computer. I got goosebumps when I realised I was hearing the title track perhaps for the last time. Ten minutes into it, there was this epic speech by Daenerys in the Dothraki tongue which is the last thing I remember before I fell asleep.
Someday, I'll tell you about the other hebetudinous things I've done to cause global warming.
I write, also, for I must vent.
For all y'all wonderin': I did end up watching the show in the week that followed, without anyone spoiling it for me, because by now it was old news and no one was talking about it.