Hard Music

Take a look around the hospital. See that guy bobbing his head to the music as he streaks down the halls. No. Not the deranged guy with the wild afro-like hair wailing in the straighjacket.

Look further. The guy in the blue scrubs. Yeah, that's so me.

Catch Grey's Anatomy and you'll marvel at the quirky tunes humming along while the newly graduated interns stumble indecisively over their increasingly complex cases. They're not the only ones dancing to the beat of their own drum while they go about their own work. I have my own theme song playing as I do my work as well.

And it's hard rock all the while.

Please. What did you expect? Enya?

Seriously. At some ungodly hour in the morning, I need - at the very least - Timbaland thumping away to keep me awake and running. Just an eletrifying jolt of snazzy drumbeats to get me going - almost as efficient as that wonderfully piquant hit of java.


Sometimes you need to shut out the noise!
You can't seriously be expecting weepy sentimental instrumentals at the wee hours of the morning? Although the seemingly prevalent soundtrack in the intensive care, the wailing strains of Celine Dion and her ilk would likely put me back into a comatose gaga state just like the rest of my heavily sedated patients. Healing soporific-soothing music the likes of pan pipe strains and erhu strings would definitely push me over the edge into a coma.

And oddly enough the music helps me concentrate.

Usually have my MP3 player themed for work. Of course I usually sprint down to the resuscitation area of the emergency to the whispers of Breathe Me by Sia or Harder to Breathe by Maroon 5. Shockingly apt, I know. Of course I try my best to avoid Take My Breath Away.

Then again, I might just try No Air by Jordin Sparks.