This morning, Tom told me that my breathing was fast and shallow in my sleep. He said that when he then put his hand on my back, I would begin to breath normally. It was comforting to see how one individual's care can have a direct effect on another's physiological function.
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It was lightly hailing at 2 o'clock when I walked outside of the BU medical school building. Unbenounced to me, Kate Sch. and Jenny had stayed in the computer lab. I decided to walk to our site visit on my own. Raining ice crystals don't soak through cloths, so I enjoyed the light tapping of precipitation on my shoulders and my hat. Walking alone reminded me of my pedestrian explorations of Buenos Aires, but I felt like this time I appreciated my alone time more than before. I was not surprised by every turn of the street or shift of my thoughts, but rather I recognized the me who is thinking, and the Boston that is around me.
What if I was walking through a forgeign city? I took a sidestreet and walked by a park to Washington Street, and then followed it downtown. What different things would I notice? Would I smile more at the people walking past me? Would I be surprized by race, by poverty or by development? Would I try to see more if I couldn't come back there again? It's something to compare to when I am abroad. Peace

Jokes from IHP's last days in Boston:

Sasha getting a massage from Emily:
"'Am I doing it too hard?'
'No, its good, I'm very knotty.'"

"If I were I fish...I would live in the water."

"'I was just sniffing,'
'That sounds like a Labrador retriever's marital crisis.'"