A short while ago, I was mooning around feeling kind of lost and aimless… Sort of not knowing what I wanted in life and getting extremely depressed and worried the more I thought about it. In fact, my pet phrase became… ‘I don’t know’. <— that’s something I’ve never had to say in my quarter-of-a-century. I remember my cousin telling me that I needed time to think about my options, or maybe I was just exhausted after the long spate of exams followed by that mental and physical stress of housemanship. Or maybe I’ve just played too much during my er-hem ortho posting…
Anyway, it just suddenly hit me that day. Like how that retching hits patients when you shoot in the ceftriaxone too quickly, or how some patients seem to have that awful sensation of burning chest tightess as that iv push of adenosine just zooms in… Anyway it just hit me manz…
So I think my life’s back on track to the way I like it, time for work and study, a couple of projects and great friends… It’s all going to stretch me a bit thin but I think I’ll just give it my best shot!
Or my bank account is so going to suffer manz…
