Everyone gets it. Sometimes you sit in front of the computer, and you want to write, but it just. Doesn't. Happen.
It's not that I've been lazy to update this blog. It's not that I have no stories to tell - on the contrary I've just finished my General Practice rotation, and have had my whole worldview on GPs radically altered. It's not that I haven't pissed off any doctors/nurses/janitors with access to lots of sharp pointy objects recently - on the contrary some of my colleagues have suggested wearing a paper bag on to the wards to avoid persecution.
And I've had ups and downs. Rollercoaster rides the likes of which I haven't experienced in years. People who've come into my life whom I can't decide whether I love or hate. In short, the things that medical school does to you.
But it's all happened so...suddenly.
So I'm kinda reeling from it all right now. And I ask for your patience (yes, all three of you who still bother to check this blog. It's an old joke, but probably never more true than now. --Editor) Updates will come soon. You'll laugh. You'll cry. But most of all, you'll wonder--
How the hell did they allow this guy into medical school?