What Seeking Infinite Jest Means Part V: Obtaining Infinite Jest

(to read the previous entries of the What Seeking Infinite Jest Means series, click here for Part 1, here for Part 2, here for Part 3, and here for Part 4)

Blue

“Come on in…doctor”

And just like that, three years of writing, six years after starting my PhD program, over another ten years when I decided I wanted to be a writer, I hear the words all freshly minted PhD students await to hear. I officially completed my PhD program. One career change, an unquantifiable dream, a string of sleepless nights, thousands of miles traveled, surmounting countless steps on a ladder towards this goal, and three time zones later, I accomplished something I genuinely thought was impossible. My advisors bathe me in praise. I swim in it, gracefully. This must be how dolphins feel swimming in their pods. This finish line I thought I’d never reach was now behind me. I officially obtained infinite jest. As I personally thank each of my advisors, I dedicate to each of them an ingredient that makes the perfect Negroni- gin, sweet vermouth, Campari, and a slice of orange. I may possibly be the first person to mix a cocktail during a dissertation defense. Its herbal notes and smooth texture are the well-earned award to six-year long journey. Like my program, like the dissertation revising process, like the years it took just to apply, my defense soon came to an end. Once my advisors left the Zoom meeting, I closed my laptop, ready to engage with life after the PhD.

And then…silence.

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Starfish Semester

(click the player above to hear “Chicago” by Sufjan Stevens)

It’s Monday, about 2:30 in the afternoon, and I am lying on my bed, arms and legs spread out, like a starfish resting on a rock at the bottom of the ocean. I say this every semester, but I can’t emphasize this enough…this was one of the most grinding, demanding, exhausting, work-filled, break-deficient, shovel-to-the-face semesters during my time at OSU. It was a lot of work, but it would be disingenuous if I said this was solely the product of my program. I signed up for so much, and I could have said No to several of these tasks. But I didn’t, and now I’m in a constant search for pockets of time in order to get work done. Today, I’m resting. I decided to allocate time after work on Mondays to doing nothing. Most Mondays, I’ll run some errands, catch up with friends, cook an elaborate dish that takes the rest of the evening to make. (chicken piccata is way harder to make than it looks) But today, my body is telling me, If you don’t rest and take time to recover, I’m gonna take that time from you. That ends up becoming nights of crappy sleep, always feeling like I’m catching up, constantly moving pots to and from the backburner. The worst part is that when you’re out of time, you don’t have the chance to really reflect on what you’re doing. I don’t get to ask myself, Why am I doing this? Is this effort all worth it? Am I building towards something, or am I delusional in thinking that, while really, I’m just addicted to overworking myself? I’m resting on this bed, with small traces of lavender and currants from the candle lit in my room. I have the time now.

So is this all worth it? How exactly is the semester going? Do I want to keep getting grinded down by the end of the day? I really have to think about this. Now, I have the time to ask…

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My Medical Narrative: Part 2 of 3

In my last post, I talked about studying for exams and what it’s like to study medical humanities. As much as I enjoy reading the books on my list, it’s really easy to feel disconnected from the text when you are not suffering from the illness or trauma the author is writing about. The more books I read, the more I thought about the narrative I wish to share. The only problem was that, according to me, I didn’t have a medical narrative to share. Then I remembered that I actually did, but it didn’t hit me because, well…I really don’t like talking about it. After reading so many of these books, I wanted to try. And “try”, not as a scholar of medical humanities, versed in the theoretical applications and a specific vocabulary from my studies, but just as a guy sharing his story. This is Part 2 of 3.

(to read Part 1, click here; to read Part 3, click here)

This is going to sound really dumb, but I promise it’s true…

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