a memoir about a cab driver/construction worker (rock thrower) turned med student and eventual orthopedic surgeon! 10/10 recommend for anyone in medicine or close to people who will or have gone through med school. This excerpt is from my favorite chapter, where he discusses wishing he had time to ponder the philosophical side of life and death, but at this time - that would only be a distraction keeping him from making a good grade on his anatomy exam. So he has to put that all aside and focus on the task at hand.
"I know there are issues here. I know there are metaphors and symbols. I know it would be nice if I could take time to think about them. There are truths to be gleaned, wisdoms to be gained, and I'd like to do those things. But for the love of God, I can't. I can pass gross anatomy without having a firm grasp on the significance of life and death, but I can't pass gross anatomy if I don't get a firm grip on the vascularity of the liver. I would like to take a few hours, hell, a few weeks, to ponder the human condition. I would like to re-read Wordsworth and Shakespeare in light of the things I have seen and done this first year of medical school. I would love to sit with my friends and discuss what life is all about, what purpose medicine actually serves, and in whose vineyard we ultimately toil? I look down at the row of cadavers stretching away into the darkness. I know you have important things to tell me. I know I must be careful not to lose my perspective, not to lose my sensibility. I would like to listen to you, but I really can't. I can't… I would rather be an unenlightened medical student than an insightful rock thrower. This is not how I envisioned medical school. I somehow imagined that all my practical learning would come wrapped in a generous coating of philosophy and serious, rational discourse. Yes, I would learn hepatic vascularity, but I would learn it in the context of that which makes it greater than itself. What I am finding is that I have to choose between the two. There isn't time for both; there seems to be an assumption that medical students should be taught the mechanics of medicine, but the spirit of medicine they should learn on their own… All these thoughts run through my head, and yet I instantly realize them for what they are: not superfluous, but distracting."