Went to the travel clinic at Massachusetts General Hospital (MGH) on Friday for the shots needed for upcoming travel. I felt like a voodoo doll or at least a pooch on a bad day at the vet. Five shots divided between each deltoid. Still sore but nothing unbearable.
MGH played a big part in my life. I did my fellowship in consultation psychiatry there with George Murray, SJ, MD and worked on staff off and on (part-time) for a few years. The complex is massive. It is at the base of Beacon Hill just off the river. When I was a fellow (in 1992-93) I was running a lot. It was great to take clothes to work, change in the office and run along the Charles. Those days are over for many reasons but it was great while I could do it.
The view of Downtown Boston and the edge of Beacon Hill. The tall building to the right is the Prudential Building. That is where the Marathon ended earlier in the week. I am impressed how quickly the city cleaned up the detritus of a large road race.
Some of the newer buildings at The General. They weren't there when I was.
Liked the interplay of lines in the out-patient building directly across from the parking lot. Some of George's physicians were in here. Not the easiest place to get around because of an odd layout. From the White Building entrance one needed to take an elevator one floor to get to the foyer to get to the elevators for the building. Having to take an elevator one floor makes no sense.
The main entrance to the General in the White Building. I can still remember the feelings walking through the door of this entrance on the way to the interview with George on Friday September 13, 1991. The sense was "I belong here." I did. George accepted me on the spot. The rest is history. At the end I pushed George up the grade from the same parking lot many times. It was a way to save money on stress tests. If I didn't have angina doing that it wasn't going to be a problem.
+Fr. Jack, SJ MD