I'm dreading Mondays even more these days because, I'm sure you already realise, there's blasted inpatient training to get through. And it's making life 10 times less enjoyable for me -- because seriously, I know I didn't enter this profession for dysphagia. I wish it wasn't one of the things we did, dang it.
And if I really wanted to rush around in the wards, read through illegible handwriting while figuring out a gazillion acronyms in record speed, and prevent people from dying, I would have become a doctor. This medical scene -- not what I want. Really, really, really. I love language. I love the brain. But I do not love dysphagia -- if some day, I end up actually enjoying any of this, I will be surprised. Specifically, I really do not enjoy the speediness of things. Having to do everything chop-chop. Eeeesh. I'm a slow thinker, I chew on things, I ruminate. This is not my ideal style of work.
Dear God, help me through this period of my life, towards a brighter future. Ganbarou!
Let's tahan a while more, S, because this is just part of paying back a debt and building up a resume.
Also, it's true -- when your days are full of stress and frustration, all you want to do when you finally get time for yourself, is barely anything productive. I honestly hate that -- because I actually have so many ambitions outside of my career, and how do I progress at all if I exhaust myself like this and I don't do anything decent like organize my clutter, progress through Arabic, cultivate a healthy lifestyle, build on my spirituality, or socialise beyond my comfort zone?
I totally had a Running Man binge this weekend -- 3 episodes or thereabouts. I blame it on stress. And of course, my lack of discipline.
My favourite Monday couple vids!
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