chop chop - get back to work, me

Just barely survived 2 months of being with a whirlwind of different doctors and hundreds of patients. All the time it felt like i was constantly being overloaded with so many things i needed to know, i should have known. So much so that i wished i can just stop and do nothing. Nothing at all. Watch time pass, stone.

A part of me kept pushing on, yet another just wants to stop walking. It's like having a split personality really, though i don't know how that would feel like anyway. Which inner voice do i listen to?

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After those 2 months, we're given a week's holiday. It's actually a 'reading' week, but heck any week which is not timetabled will be treated as a holiday anyway. And it couldn't have come at a better time, really.

Now that it's mostly gone, i'm almost wishing i'm not here, stuck with endless things to do and to catch up on. Almost, the reason why i can still find the motivation to go on, strangely, i have no idea where from.

If only life can be less stressful, sigh.

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5 hours before it starts all over again. And i still haven't get my sleep yet. Damn the holidays for making me wake up at 4pm earlier in the day.

Next up, time to look at the one thing that made me cringe in fear and want to run away as far away from it as possible. The mere sight of which makes my knees go weak. And i'll be looking at one after another after another. The horror of that thought alone.

Pussies.

Oh save my poor gay soul. Hope i survive Obs&Gyn with my mind not too terribly scarred.

ps - to tell the truth, yes, my phobia of breasts and pussies is real. so much that i can't watch straight porn without cringing and curling into a ball. but why would i want to watch that in the first place anyway haha