It is taking ALL my minuscule, chemically induced motivation to get out of bed right now.
Need to leave the house like… now…
In other news while packing I found a little sample bottle of the perfume my Mum wears. Smells are so emotive, I feel a bit comforted by the scent of it.
Dunno if I should make a GP appointment. They’ll probably just think it’s psychosomatic. Even I think it’s psychosomatic. Still it’s REALLY irritating.
It’s half past midnight and I have finally finished printing all the things I need for my two patients tomorrow. Now I just need to pack my bag for tomorrow, plan my clothes and then make my bed suitable for sleeping.
One of the things I need to pack is my laptop because our computers have apparently disappeared. And I’ll see my supervisor and I’ve barely touched my dissertation since we last met over a month ago so that’ll be a fun conversation. It’s hard to explain about how I spend all my time either in clinic or sleeping. Literally.
Packing is sad.
I didn’t want to leave this house. The rest of life took over.
Taking all the photos off the wall has been the worst.
Not even moving for a week, and I don’t lost the contract on this room for just under a fortnight, but I have to take moments of motivation as I get them. Watching Hairspray to make it more bearable.
I wish my problems could be solved by eating Activia yoghurt.
Haven’t written anything in ages. And I’ve had a couple of lines that sound good. Writers will understand this, ever so often you write something and it’s so good you get excited. The sort of things you almost want to take out, because this is free and on the internet, and I feel almost like I want to save it for something that might be published.
Oh writing. My old love. My true love.
I have back pain. Thoracic back pain. It hurts when I breathe deeply and aches when I sit in a position even vaguely hunched.
I’m 75% sure it’s psychosomatic.
Ibuprofen hasn’t helped, though I only took one because I’m still a bit edgy about the ibuprofen/sertraline interaction. So I’ve just downed two paracetamol as well.
It’s really annoying, ESPECIALLY if it’s psychosomatic because how the hell do you treat that? I just want to not be in pain.
Ugh, I don’t know if I should make a GP appointment or not. They might refer me back to physiotherapy or something, because if it’s not all in my head it’s probably a postural/hypermobility thing.
I have little enough motivation as it is without adding frigging back pain into the mix.
so close your eyes
and feel the world
if you're not lost
i guess that makes you found
Hey. I'm a UK medical student, currently intercalating between 3rd and 4th year.
Any patient names are anonymised for purposes of confidentiality.
Always happy to give advice about, well, anything. Mostly applying to med school stuff.
Current status: having some minor issues with depression...