21/5/17

We’ve been running through life in circular narratives

Have we ever paused to notice the ridiculousness of it all?

I woke up today, half asleep with half my mind on the laundry list of things that I haven’t done. In the short term, at least for things that had to be done today, were my case assessments that were due 4 days ago. And to avoid looking like a washed-up doctor who couldn’t even get his life in order, I needed a haircut today as well (also due, probably a week ago).

I stumbled out of my bed only to collapse on the sofa; the aches from the week of night duty still gnawing away at my very existence. I twisted and arched my back in various contortions in an effort to provide a modicum of relief but alas, the pain was present, no more or no less. As I tried to find comfort in the fact that today was a day off, rooted in the back of my mind was a timer counting down the few precious hours I had before nightfall and the necessity of sleep; one last reprieve before the never-ending cycle of work-exhaustion-hunger-rest-work.  

12.35pm. Enough horsing around. I planted myself firmly in front of my desk and typed away furiously on topics that I vaguely remember. Why would a consultant be interested in reading this crap? Perhaps, as with all my motivations so far, she’s being paid to do it. Or maybe she’s just nice. Doubt it.

Smashed it. It seems kind of alright? Submit. Christine hasn’t said hi to me for the whole morning. Better text her.

Better meet the boys for dinner or I’ll be eating alone. Isn’t 10 o’ clock a little too late to be out? But it’s the last day of PL. Rushed out of the house. Promise I’ll be back by 12am to get enough rest.