While there's moonlight and music

Being a musical sort of a being and finding myself in a profession that encourages the abandonment of all extracurricular activities on entering medical school, I have discovered myself singing, humming, air guitaring, and/or drum soloing at work. Sometimes I'm aware of it and at other times fellow staff threaten to section me.

When in good form I tend to start the day with Chelsea Morning by Joni Mitchell or a Penguin Café Orchestra classic. If in foul form at the indignity of being awake, or when dealing with an awkward patient this can quickly morph into Amelia by Joni, a Mark Lanegan lament, or, at worst, Seasons in the Abyss by Slayer (complete with “diabolicus in musica” chords and percussive noises between clenched teeth). One nice patient later and I can then flip back into altogether more easy listening Horslips, the White Stripes, or dare I say it Destiny's