Tomorrow is the last day of my rotations. This week has been Neurology, and contrary to the dark words of other people, we’ve had an absolute whale of a time. The clinicians are nice, we’ve bonded with our cases and we’re really throwing ourselves into it – probably because it’s the last week. The end is most definately in sight. I have one shift on the weekend but being 2 hours or so long that doesn’t count. It’s utterly bizarre that it’s over – thinking back to what I called then “The Last Day Of Freedom” it really doesn’t feel like a whole year. And although the lure of being able to lie in is strong, it doesn’t really feel like freedom either. I’m happiest when I’m working hard, working long hours, not getting enough to eat. I’m at my most depressed when left to my own devices – getting up late, sleeping too much, not working, pratting about all day. I suppose I’ll have more time to do nothing.
Applications opened yesterday. Scary time. More scary than practical exams next week.
And there is a new object of my affections. He made the fatal mistake of taking his labcoat off to reveal a rather buff physique. Combine that with a lovely accent and a very silly sense of humour and you perhaps can see why.
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