绝对尊重原文的翻译方式，最大的痛苦是你只看到字面的意思，却不知隐藏在它背后的典故。比如，二十一集的片头旁白中，有两句很短的话： Knock on wood. Step on a crack, break your mother's back. 有字幕组翻译为：敲敲木头。君子不立危墙之下。第二句在翻译方式中，算是完全的再创作。
"Step on a crack, break your mother's back." 是美国父母告诫孩子的话。人行道上铺有砖块，你应该走在砖面上，而不是踩到砖缝中，如果踩到了，结果可能就是：“踩到砖缝，会让你妈背痛。”我揣测这个典故的起源很可能是父母为了孩子的人身安全而杜撰的，很类似于我们小时候住在外婆家，冬季的时候小孩都很想吃屋檐下晶莹剔透的冰凌，外婆和所有的大人都会说，冰凌是猫尿冻的。猫咪们的确很喜欢跳到房顶上玩，于是，小孩们立刻就没了食欲。
"Knock on wood." 起源更加久远。它源于异教徒时代，人们相信树木里住着精灵，敲木头能让精灵阻止恶魔听到自己说出口的祈愿。如今的英国人仍然喜欢碰木头祈福辟邪，当树木不凑手时，木桌木椅就成替代品，这也解释了为什么许多英国人衷情于木质家俱。据说，在英国经常可以看到有人说完一些事情之后会立刻敲敲桌子，例如说：“我身体很结实，从来不会生病。”话一说完马上先敲两下桌子并马上说：“Touch wood!”人们认为如果不敲木头的话，好运马上就会消失，坏运气马上就要找上门来。
To be a good surgeon, you have to think like a surgeon. Emotions are messy, tuck them neatly away and step into a clean sterile room where the procedure is simple.
Cut, suture and close.But sometimes, you're faced with a cut that won't heal, a cut that rips its stitches wide open.
They say practice makes perfect. Theory is, the more you think like a surgeon, the more you become one. The better you get at remaining neutral, clinical.Cut, suture, close. And the harder it becomes to turn it off to stop thinking like a surgeon. And remember what it means to think like a human being.
I have an aunt who whenever she poured anything for you, would say, ''Say when. ''My aunt would say, ''Say when, '' and of course we never did. We don't say ''when'' because there's something about the possibility of more. More tequila. More love. More anything. More is better.
There's something to be said about a glass half full. About knowing when to say when. I think it's a floating line. A barometer of need and desire. It's entirely up to the individual. And depends on what's being poured. Sometimes all we want is a taste. Other times, there's no such thing as enough. The glass is bottomless, and all we want is more.
Surgeons are control freaks, with a scalpel in your hand, you feel unstoppable. There's no fear, there's no pain, you are 10 feet tall and bullet proof. And then you leave the O.R. And all that perfection, all that beautiful control just falls to crap.
No one likes to lose control but as a surgeon there's nothing worse. It's a sign of weakness, of not being up to the task. And still there are times when it just gets away from you. When the world stops spinning , and you realize that you shiny little scalpel isn't gonna save you .No matter how hard you fight it ,you fall. And its scary as hell. Except there's an upside to free falling . It's the chance you give you friends to catch you.
The key to surviving a surgical internship is denial. We deny that we're tired, we deny that we're scared, we deny how badly we want to succeed, and most importantly, we deny that we're in denial. We only see what we wanna see and believe what we want to believe. And it works. We lie to ourselves so much that after a while, the lies start to seem like the truth.We deny so much that we can't recognize the truth, right in front of our faces.
Sometimes reality has a way of sneaking up and biting us in the ass. And when the damn bursts all you can do is swim. The world of pretend is a cage, not a cocoon. We can only lie to ourselves for so long. We are tired. We are scared. Denying it doesn't change the truth.Sooner or later, we have to put aside our denial and face the world head on gun's blazing. Denial. It's not just a river in Egypt. It's a freaking ocean. So how do you keep from drowning in it?
Pain comes in all forms. The small twinge, a bit of soreness, the random pain. The normal pains we live with every day. Then there's the kind of pain you can't ignore. A level of pain so great that it blocks out everything else. Makes the rest of the world fade away. Until all we can think about is how much we hurt. How we manage our pain is up to us. Pain. We anaesthetize ride it out, embrace it, ignore it...And for some of us, the best way to manage pain is to just push through it.
Pain. You just have to ride it out. Hope it goes away on its own. Hope the wound that caused it heals. There are no solutions. No easy answers. You just breathe deep and wait for it to subside. Most of the time pain can be managed. But sometimes, the pain gets to you when you least expect it. Hit's way below the belt and doesn't let up. Pain. You just have to fight through because the truth is you can't out run it. And life always make more.
In general people can be categorized in one of two ways. Those who love surprises, and those who don't. I don't. I've never met a surgeon that enjoys a surprise, because, as surgeons we like to be in the know. We have to be in the know. Because when we aren't, people die and lawsuits happen. Am I rambling? I think I'm rambling. Ok, so my point actually and I do have one. Has nothing to do with surprises or death or lawsuits or even surgeons. My point is this: whoever said what you don't know can't hurt you was a complete and total moron. Because for most people I know, not knowing is the worst feeling in the world.
As surgeons, there are so many things we have to know.We have to know we have what it takes. We have to know how to take care of our patients. And how to take care of each other.Eventually we even have to figure out how to take care of ourselves. As surgeons we have to be in the know. But as human beings, sometimes it's better to stay in the dark. Because in the dark, there maybe fear but there's also hope.
Communication. It's the first thing we really learn in life. Funny thing is once we grow up, learn our words and really start talking, the harder it becomes to know what to say or how to ask for what we really need.
At the end of the day there are some things you just can't help but talk about. Some things we just don't want to hear. And some things we say because we can't be silent any longer. Some things are more than what you say. They're what you do. Some things you say because there's no other choice. Some things you keep to yourself. And not too often but every now and then some things simply speak for themselves.
In the 8th grade, my English class had to read Romeo & Juliet. Then for extra credit, Mrs. Snyder made us act out all the parts. Sal Scafarillo was Romeo. As fate would have it, I was Juliet. All the other girls were jealous but I had a slightly different take. I told Mrs. Snyder that Juliet was an idiot. For starters, she falls for the one guy she knows she can't have. Then she blames fate for her own bad decision. Mrs. Snyder explained to me that when fate comes into play, choice sometimes goes out the window. At the ripe old age of 13, I was very clear. That love like life is about making choices. And fate has nothing to do with it. Everyone thinks it's so romantic. Romeo & Juliet. True love. How sad. If Juliet was stupid enough to fall for the enemy, drink a bottle of poison and go to sleep in a mausoleum she deserved whatever she got.
Maybe Romeo & Juliet were fated to be together, but just for a while. And then their time passed. If they could've known that beforehand maybe it would've all been ok. I told Mrs. Snyder that when I was growing up I'd take fate into my own hands. I wouldn't let some guy drag me down. Mrs. Snyder said that I'd be lucky if I ever had that kind of passion with someone. And that if I did, we'd be together forever. Even now I believe for the most part love is about choices. It's about putting down the poison and the dagger and making your own happy ending most of the time. And that sometimes despite all your best choices and all your best intentions, fate wins anyway.
Gratitude, appreciation, giving thanks. No matter what words you use, it all means the same thing. Happy. We're supposed to be happy. Grateful for friends, family, happy just to be alive. Whether we like it or not.
Maybe we're not supposed to be happy. Maybe gratitude has nothing to do with joy. Maybe being grateful is recognizing what you have for what it is. Appreciate small victories. Admiring the struggle it takes simply to be human. Maybe we're thankful for the familiar things we know. And maybe we're thankful for things we'll never know. At the end of the day, the fact that we have the courage to still be standing is reason enough to celebrate.
When you were a kid, it was Halloween candy. You hid it from your parents and ate it until you got sick. In college it was the heady combo of youth, tequila and well you know. As a surgeon you take as much of the good as you can get, because it doesn't come around nearly as often as it should. Cause good things aren't always what they seem. Too much of anything, even love is not always a good thing.
How do you know how much is too much? Too much, too soon. Too much information. Too much fun. Too much love. Too much to ask. And when is it all just too much to bear.
Forty years ago, The Beatles asked the world a simple question. They wanted to know where all the lonely people came from. My latest theory is that a great many of the lonely people come from hospitals. More precisely the surgical wings of hospitals. As surgeons we ignore our own needs so we can meet our patients' needs. We ignore our friends and families so we can save other people's friends and families. Which means that at the end of the day all we really have is ourselves. And nothing in this world can make you feel more alone than that.
400 years ago another well known English guy had an opinion about being alone. John Donne. He thought we were never alone. Of course it was fancier when he said it. No man is an island entire unto himself. Boil down that island talk and he just meant that all anyone needs is someone to step in. And let us know we're not alone. And who's to say that someone can't have 4 legs. Someone to play with or run around with. Or just hang out.
It's an urban myth that suicide rates spike at the holidays. Turns out they actually go down. Experts thinks that people are less inclined to off themselves when surrounded by family. Ironically, that same family togetherness is thought to be the reason depression rates actually do spike at the holidays.
There's an old proverb that says you can't choose your famil. You take that the fates hand you and like them or not, love them or not, understand them or not you cope. There's the school of thought that says the family you're born into is simply a starting point. They feed you and clothe you and take care of you until you ready to go out into the world and find your tribe.
Fresh starts. Thanks to the calendar, they happen every year. Just set your watch to January. Our reward for surviving the holiday season is a new year. Bringing on the great tradition of New Year's resolutions. Put your past behind you and start over.It's hard to resist the chance at a new beginning. A chance to put the problems of last year to bed.
Who gets to determine when the old ends and the new begins? It's not a day on a calendar. Not a birthday, not a new year. It's an event, big or small, something that changes us. Ideally it gives us hope. A new way of living and looking at the world. Letting go of old habits, old memories. What's important is that we never stop believing, we can have a new beginning. But it's also important to remember that amid all the crap are a few things really worth holding on to.
As doctors we're trained to skeptical because our patients lie to us all the time. The rule is: every patient is a liar until proven honest.Lying is bad. Or so we're told. Constantly, from birth. Honesty is the best policy. The truth shall set you free. I chop down the cherry tree. Whatever. The fact is, lying is a necessity. We lie to ourselves because the truth, the truth freaking hurts.
No matter how hard we try to ignore it or deny it. Eventually the lies fall away. Whether we like it or not. But here's the truth about the truth. It hurts.So we lie.
In surgery there is a red line on the floor that marks the point where the hospital goes from being accessible to being off limits to all but a special few. Crossing the line unauthorized is not tolerated. In general, lines are there for a reason. For safety. For security. For clarity.If you choose to cross the line, you pretty much do so at your own risk. So why is it the bigger the line, the greater the temptation to cross it?
We can't help ourselves. We see a line. We want to cross it. Maybe it's the thrill of trading the familiar for the unfamiliar. A sort of personal dare. Only problem is once you've crossed it's almost impossible to go back. But, if you do manage to make it back across that line. You find safety in numbers.
It's a look patients get in their eyes. There is a scent. The smell of death. Some kind of sixth sense. When the great beyond is headed for you, you feel it coming. What's the one thing you've always dreamed of doing before you die? Ok, hello? Clearly not my dream. See? I told you, not my dream.
In hospitals they say you know. You know when you're going to die. Some doctors say it's a look patients get in their eyes. Some say there's a scent. The smell of death. Something. There's just some kind of sixth sense. When the great beyond is heading for you. You feel it coming. Whatever it is. It's creepy. Because if you know. What do you do about? Forget about the fact you're scared out of your mind. If you knew this was your last day on Earth, how would you want to spend it?
If this was your last day on Earth, how would you wanna spend it?
After careful consideration and many sleepless nights, here's what I've decided, there's no such thing as a grown up. We move on, we move out, we move away from our families and form our own.But the basic insecurity, the basic fears and all those old wounds just grow up with us. And just when we think that life and circumstance have forced us to truly, once and for all, become an adult. We get bigger, we get taller,we get older. But for the most part, we are still a bunch of kids. Running around the playground trying desperately to fit in.
I've heard it's possible to grow up.I've just never met anyone who's actually done it. Without parents to defy, we break the rules we make for ourselves. We tantrums when things don't go our way. We whisper secrets with our best friends in the dark. We look for comfort where we can find it. And we hope. Against all logic. Against all the experience. Like children, we never give up hope.
Ok so sometimes even the best of us make rash decisions. Bad decisions. Decisions we pretty much know we're gonna regret the moment, the minute, especially the morning after. I mean maybe not regret, regret because at least you know we put ourselves out there. But still something inside us decides to do a crazy thing. A thing we know that'll probably turn around and bite us in the ass.Yet, we do it anyway.What I'm saying is we reap what we sow.What comes around goes around. It's karma and any way you slice it ,karma sucks.Like I was saying payback's a bitch.
One way or another, our karma, will leave us to face ourselves.We can look our karma in the eye or we can wait for it to sneak up on us from behind.One way or another, our karma will always find us.And the truth is as surgeons we have more chances than most to set the balance in our favor.No matter how hard we try, we can't escape our karma. It follows us home.I guess we can't really complain about karma. It's not unfair. It's not unexpected. It just evens the score.And even when we're about to do something we know will tempt karma to bite us in the ass well it goes without saying we do it anyway.
As doctors patients always telling us how they would do our jobs. Just stitch me up, slap a band-aid on it and sent me home. It's easy to suggest a quick solution when you don't understand the underling cause or just how deep the wound really is. The first step towards a real cure is to know exactly what the disease is to begin with. But that's not what people want to hear. We're supposed to forget the past that landed us here. Ignore the future complications that might arise and go for the quick fix.
As doctors, as friends, as human beings, we all try to do the best we can. But the world is full of unexpected twists and turns. And just when you've gotten the lay of the land, the ground underneath you. Shifts. And knocks you off your feet. If you're luck, you end up with nothing more than flesh wound. Something a band-aid will cover. But some wounds are deeper than they first appear and require more than just a quick fix. With some wounds, you have to rip off the band-aid, let them breathe and give them time to heal.
My college campus has a magic statue. It's a long-standing tradition for students to rub it's nose for good luck. My freshman roommate really believed in the statue's power and insisted on visiting it to rub it's nose before every exam. Studying might have been a better idea. She flunked out her sophomore year. But the fact is we all have little superstitious things that we do. If it's not believing in magic statues, it's avoiding sidewalk cracks, or always putting out left shoe on first. Knock on wood. Step on a crack, break your mother's back. The last thing we want to do is offend the gods.
Superstition lies in the space between what we can control and what we can't. Find a penny, pick it up, and all day long you'll have good luck. No one wants to pass up a chance for good luck. But does saying it 33 times really help? Is anyone really listening? And if no one's listening, why do we bother doing those strange things at all? We rely on superstitions because we're smart enough to know we don't have all the answers. And that life works in mysterious ways. Don't diss the juju from wherever it comes.
A good basketball game can have us all on the edge of our seats. Games are all about the glory, the pain and the play-by-play. And then there are the more solitary games. The games we each play all by ourselves. The social games, the mind games, we use them to pass the time. To make life more interesting. To distract us from what's really going on. There are those of us who love to play games. Any game. And there are those of us who love to play a little too much.
Life is not a spectator sport. Win, lose or draw the game is in progress whether we want it to be or not. So go ahead: argue with the refs, change the rules cheat a little take a break and tend to your wounds. But play. Play. Play hard. Play fast. Play loose and free. Play as if there's no tomorrow. Ok, so it's not whether you win or lose it's how you play the game. Right?
The key to being a successful intern is what we give up. Sleep, friends, a normal life. We sacrifice it all for that one amazing moment. That moment when you can legally call yourself a surgeon. There are days that make the sacrifices seem worthwhile. And then there are the days where everything feels like a sacrifice. And then there are the sacrifices that you can't even figure out why you're making.
A wise man once said, "You can have anything in life, if you will sacrifice everything else for it."What he meant is, nothing comes without a price.
So before you go into battle, you'd better decide how much you're willing to lose. Too often, going after what feels good, means letting go of what you know is right. And letting someone in means abandoning the walls you've spent a lifetime building. Of course the toughest sacrifices are the ones we don't see coming. When we don't have time to come up with a strategy, to pick a side or measure the potential loss. When that happens, when the battle chooses us, and not the other way around, that's when the sacrifice can turn out to be more than we can bear.
We all go through life like bulls in a China shop. A chip here. A crack there. Doing damage to ourselves. To other people.The problem is trying to figure out how to control the damage we have done, or that's been done to us. Sometimes the damage catches us by surprise. Sometimes we think we can fix the damage. And sometimes, the damage is sth we can't even see.
We're all damaged, it seems. Some of us more than others. We carry the damage with us from childhood.Then, as grow-ups, we give as good as we get. Ultimately, we all do damage. And then we set about the business of fixing whatever we can.
In life, we are taught that there are seven deadly sins. We all know the big ones: Gluttony, pride, lust.But the sin you don't hear much about is anger. Maybe it's because we think anger's not that dangerous.That we can control it. My point is, maybe we don't give anger enough credit. Maybe it can be a lot more dangerous than we think. After all, when it comes to destructive behavior it did make the top seven.
So what makes anger different from the six other deadly sins? It's pretty simple really. You give in to a sin like envy or pride then you only hurt yourself. Try lust or coveting and you'll only hurt yourself, and probably one or two others. But anger... anger is the worst. The mother of all sins. Not only can anger drive you over the edge, when it does, you can take an awful lot of other people with you.
Human beings need a lot of things to feel alive. Family. Love. Sex. But we only need one thing to actually be alive. We need a beating heart. When our heart is threatened we respond in one of two ways. We either run or we attack. There's a scientific term for this. Fight or flight. It's instinct. We can't control it.Or can we?