![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Jun. 21st, 2006
I give up trying to get this to 100 words. Every time I try, it takes something away. And there's not that much something there in the first place, so I'm going to leave it as it is.
***
Cuddy has learned to hold back her compassion – the only way to succeed as a doctor, as a boss is to suspend empathy beyond a certain point. She wouldn’t have gotten where she is taking every patient, every decision and weighing it like humanity is at stake. She tries to keep the moral high ground, but sometimes she needs to stay away, to not step in, to let something slip by her, to turn the other way. She tells herself that she is choosing her battles. But there’s a part of her that looks at Allison Cameron, at the idealistic woman she herself once was and wonders if the world would be better were there one more person still like that.
***
Cuddy has learned to hold back her compassion – the only way to succeed as a doctor, as a boss is to suspend empathy beyond a certain point. She wouldn’t have gotten where she is taking every patient, every decision and weighing it like humanity is at stake. She tries to keep the moral high ground, but sometimes she needs to stay away, to not step in, to let something slip by her, to turn the other way. She tells herself that she is choosing her battles. But there’s a part of her that looks at Allison Cameron, at the idealistic woman she herself once was and wonders if the world would be better were there one more person still like that.
(no subject)
Jun. 21st, 2006 02:30 pmIt's Mariska Hargitay's due date. I don't think she's had the baby yet, or at least if she has, it hasn't hit the news cycles. But then again, I was something like a week and a half late (I as in me, not as in my child) and still had to be induced. So you never know when they're going to pop out.
My dad took me to the grocery store that was really far away just so we could see if they had veggie stuff. Like the fake lunch meat slices. Which aren't that good. I liked the turkey, but they've got a "great new taste" that I think sucks. But I'll fry the ham stuff or something. You know the one thing that the vegetarian people did right? Fakey chicken. It tastes like real chicken. A lot. It's really good.
And considering how late I got to bed last night (something like 4:30, and I woke up at 7), I really want to go take a nap, but I've got to be at orchestra at 4. Even though I'm not going to get there on time because my mom refuses to let me go until my sister gets home so we can make one trip, even though my sister's going to be really late. So two weeks in a row, I'm not going to get to get my volunteering hours because my mom didn't look at the times when she signed my sister up for this other class she's taking.
My dad took me to the grocery store that was really far away just so we could see if they had veggie stuff. Like the fake lunch meat slices. Which aren't that good. I liked the turkey, but they've got a "great new taste" that I think sucks. But I'll fry the ham stuff or something. You know the one thing that the vegetarian people did right? Fakey chicken. It tastes like real chicken. A lot. It's really good.
And considering how late I got to bed last night (something like 4:30, and I woke up at 7), I really want to go take a nap, but I've got to be at orchestra at 4. Even though I'm not going to get there on time because my mom refuses to let me go until my sister gets home so we can make one trip, even though my sister's going to be really late. So two weeks in a row, I'm not going to get to get my volunteering hours because my mom didn't look at the times when she signed my sister up for this other class she's taking.