Life's been tough recently. Events have been crashing together and teaching me the real meaning of what it means to be a clinical medic in London. Trials and tribulations never seem to stop, and come at you from all different directions - from hospital, from fellow students, from non-medical friends, even from the people you least expect.
And just like in medicine, what you thought was something you knew, turns out to be quite a different thing altogether.
Two big events have thrown me off-balance recently and forced me to seriously evaluate my direction in life. And I've also come to realise that I'm a little immature for my age. (Hey, just look at any other entry on this blog for proof. --Editor) But it's okay to crash and burn every once in a while - everybody does it. It's a human survival strategy.
The pain, however, is difficult to manage. I can't just put up a paracetamol or morphine drip like I would for a patient in hospital. So I have to work this out from basics, and do a few things that scare me. But hey, the stronger the wind, the stronger the trees.