My long weekend
Its been a busy week. Ive only been working seeing patients til 2 this week as I have been meaning to get time to study for the course Ive enrolled in. Sometimes I don't know why I do these things to myself. I distinctly recall that we'd be taught some ridiculous statistic in medschool like 1 in 10 or 1 in 5 of all people will have a mental health issue in their lifetime and wondered if having it at the end of 6th year exams (while awaiting results) was one of those ominous signs of the career that lay ahead of me. Then, just like laboring women swear under their breadths never to do this again (go through labour) I also swore I would never subject myself to study ever again (bit ridiculous really when I had just signed up on a lifelong sentence really of study or...the whole swim or sink analogy as in medicine, nothing is ever concrete and their is always some new discovery/wonderdrug/allergy/fact that this food is bad/good/on the fence type of advice being thrown around