It's that time of the season again, where you don your festive red sweaters, eat Thanksgiving leftovers for weeks, heat your frozen hands and toes by the open space heater, scrap thick Winter Wonderland ice off your windshield, make charitable donations to needy causes like TJMaxx and Macy's, sing carols about nights that are mostly silent except the host of angels belting "Glo... ria" in 3 part harmony, get angry with loved ones, have your schedule so booked up with programs and functions that you don't even have time to shower or poop, and of course, wish it were May already. It's the most wonderful time of the year!
Okay, fine, I really don't hate the Christmas season that much. It's actually pretty fun. But it also can be quite stressful. Bindu and I have a tendency to be overextended as it is. Take that and add a dash of Christmas hecticness and emotions, and you get impatience, fatigue and overall less charity and fruits of the spirit. In the midst of all that it's hard to even remember that we are celebrating Christ's coming to earth as God's gift to save mankind.
Last week was (hopefully) the peak of the craziness. Bindu was busy with work related projects and was on the road half the week (she said she was deposing people for a fraud case. I think she was disposing them in dumpsters). I was in the last week of my Emergency Medicine rotation at Vanderbilt, doing multiple shifts and cramming for the final exam (yes, we had a final exam, and a difficult one at that). It was the final week before our apartment move-out date (we broke our lease early to move into Bindu's parents' house since they have relocated to Kansas City for work), and we still had packing and cleaning to do. We were preparing for a Christmas party that we were hosting for international graduate students through InterVarsity. And, on top of that, we had to practice our performances for two different Christmas programs, one for church and the other for the Indian Christian fellowship. Yes, craziness.
Overall, we survived it well, with the grace of God. Bindu's depositions went remarkably well, and the ones scheduled for this week were delayed until next year giving her unexpected down time. I was able to reschedule a ER shift and did well on the exam. The move went smoother than anticipated and the guy who did the move-out inspection was very generous. Bindu's mom came back from Kansas City last week for work reasons and helped quite a bit with cleaning, Christmas party preparations, and cooking so that we didn't have to. Binu came back and helped make the performances stuff happen as well as take of of logistics. The Christmas party for the international students went well, and so did the two Christmas programs. And we weren't exhausted at the end of the week. Praise the Lord!
Now onto Christmas week. My rescheduled ER shift on Monday was full of interesting cases (unfortunately for the patients) -- a man who fell 8 feet through a metal roof, breaking both arms and receiving a deep 25 centimeter cut on his scalp that bled profusely; an old lady with an acute devastating stroke paralyzing half her body who received tPA in an attempt to bust the clot and reverse the damage; two industrial works who received minor hydrofluoric acid burns, a nice old lady who suffered an esophageal perforation after an endoscopic retrieval of a shrimp stuck in her throat went bad (she had crepitus on exam, which feels like rice crispies under her skin, and air around her lungs, heart, and liver on the CT scan). Yesterday, I got to ride along with a helicopter ambulance and assist with an unsuccessful resuscitation of an 18 year old in a car accident. Today is my first day off. We are planning on making a trip down to Atlanta later this week to see my family for Christmas. We still have to do some last minute gift shopping that weren't done last week. And we're looking forward to Bindu's dad getting back to Nashville on Wednesday morning. Overall, it's looking to be a better week, and I'm hoping the 4 hour roadtrip to Atlanta will be good 1-on-1 time for me and Bindu and that the trip will go well.
I'll leave you with these beatiful lyrics from the hymn "I Cannot Tell," which Binu (Bindu's sister) sang this past Sunday for church. This is why Christmas is really about. To the tune of "Londonberry Air" or "Danny Boy":
I cannot tell why He, the King of Heaven
Should leave the peace of all eternity
Why God Himself should lay aside His splendor
To leave the Father's side and come to me
But this I know: our silence filled with singing
And all our darkness fled from heaven's light
When Christ the Lord, so human, yet so holy
In love was born a child for me that holy night
I cannot tell why He, the Joy of Heaven
Should give Himself to suffer for my sin
Why Holy God should love me in my shamefulness
Why He should die to draw my soul to Him
But this I know: that Christ the Lord is risen
And praise His name, He's risen now in me!
Because He lives, I'll rise to life eternal!
He took my guilty heart, and I'm forever free!
I cannot tell when He will rule the nations
How He will claim His loved ones as His own
And who can tell the holy jubilation
When all His children gather 'round his throne
But this I know: all flesh will see His glory
And skies will burst as all creation sings
The Son will rise on one eternal morning
When Christ, the Savior of the world, is Lord and King!