
When I think back on those really tough weeks, there was a lot that I couldn't control. I can tell you what I couldn't control: I couldn't control when to work out. I couldn't control when to study. I couldn't control when to go home, or when to wake up (4:30am, if you must know). I couldn't control when to eat. On call, I wasn't even in control of my sleep. To a certain degree, nothing has really changed since those neurosurgery days. I have a little more control, but just last week, we were up until 4:30am re-attaching a thumb. But even in that chaos, there were things that I could control: I could control WHAT I ate. I could decide to work out on days that I wasn't on call (on the days I was DOG tired, I could decide to just walk INTO the gym and let the workout fall as it would). And I could control my decision to take the stairs or the elevator (The elevator, always the elevator, because you really can't get stuck in a stairwell--AND people are more likely to notice an elevator not working and therefore, find you, whereas getting stuck in a stairwell most likely means something bad has happened to you…See how thoroughly my fantasies are thought out?)
We all have stress in our lives. That's just life. Prioritizing is just a part of it. When you feel like things are spiralling out of control, take a step back and see what's within your reach. Sometimes, winning means managing to just not go backwards.