Balderdash Thoughts

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The Ultimate Hitchhiker’s Guide to The Galaxy has always been a rescue for me whenever I have been sad, lonely and whenever I didn’t feel like dealing with the world. Reading it has always been like sitting next to a totally bizarre person in an airport waiting area, a person you encounter every time you… Continue reading 42

Residency

Elastic Heart

Every few weeks, usually after when I deal with over 200 patients in a single day or over two days the utmost, a certain piece of my machinery breaks. Around patient number 152 I can feel the blow jogging that piece out of place and around the 167th patient, I can hear it hanging by… Continue reading Elastic Heart

Phase II

Ode to Idiots

This post is full of shameless self praise and big-headedness,with a score of judgement on every living soul I have met. Those who take offense easy, You've been warned. I am creature of impulse, not of calculation. There was once a time I regretted it, but now I don’t. When I was very young I… Continue reading Ode to Idiots

Medicine: Final Year

It’s just the strangest thing… I’ve seen your face somewhere

I honestly thought I was done with blogging. I mean...really. I mean..you've got your friends on one side, then you've got your studies and you've got your little dramas and you've got a relationship and you're losing weight and you don't care about social media, you don't have that need to connect with any more… Continue reading It’s just the strangest thing… I’ve seen your face somewhere

Balderdash Thoughts

I am not allowed to be afraid.

I have written about my heart being heavy, I have written about it being broken. I have written about being happy, I have written about being content. For anyone who ever cared and to whomsoever it ever concerened...I have written it all. And then I stopped, for I had no new feelings to talk about,… Continue reading I am not allowed to be afraid.

Balderdash Thoughts, Medicine: Year 4

Better left unsaid, better left unfelt

I spent an hour writing..everything. Pouring my anger into my laptop and editing it and constructing all those sentences and blah blah blah blah and a second before I was going to hit send.. I just stopped. Not today. Not now. Have you ever felt so consumed with anger and hatred and total helplessness that… Continue reading Better left unsaid, better left unfelt