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This really would sum up my week and I wish it was more exciting than it sounds that but alas its not. I feel like I am caught up in the worst episode of Grey’s Anatomy on repeat and almost everyone I have spoken to agrees. Being the bottom of the foodchain really does make you appreciate pre-clinical days where you thought you were really not going to have a chance.

I think even though so many people are flying blind I take comfort that others seem like they are enjoying the lack of holidays, the unpaid work, unstructured days and the constant study. Frankly, I am exhausted and I have not even tried to party yet. I have been told it gets better next year so I am looking forward to that.

Right now sleep > anything in the world. Relishing it and rainy days are great for that. Some solace is, at least, I am good at certain things and not completely useless but it will take time. Damn impatience and the piling up of work they do not make it easier to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Medicine is like a desert. Looks great in National Geographic and postcards. When you arrive you will see hundreds of dunes and an Avogrado’s number of sand specks and you wonder why people would bother to conquer such a dumb place. After a while you find some very lovely oasis or 2 but if you are stuck obsessing over one thing; you will perish. However some still love the place and wander it aimlessly loving every minute. I am yet to find that kind of complete bliss and am still looking for my other oases.

(side story: there is a tale of a man in egypt that realised that if he buried his mercedes in the desert near israel in the 1970s that he could circumvent import tariffs by waiting for israel to take over the desert and then he could sell the cars in israel without paying the import tariff cos the border had moved some hundreds of kilometers east after the war.)