It's 11 days to my last exam in uni and as usual, I'm a semi permanent resident of the medical school library. I have been relatively productive today till it struck me that I will be working as a doctor in a couple of months time so i'm penning these thoughts here to help me get back to my study. The thought of being a working adult in a few months time is very very very daunting.
As much as I know that this is my final year of uni, it never did sink in till today. The daily routine of drumming my notes into my head got me thinking, why am i doing this? I feel automated. Actually, I feel nothing. My higher intelligence has eroded to one of a sheep. I'm not depressed or ill. Maybe I have just lost my direction. okay whatever, back to being a studying sheep.
bleargh.
