Balderdash Thoughts, Residency

Just a shout out

Here’s a lame post to tell all those assholes out there who spent a lifetime bringing me down… Suck it, you sorry bunch of pathetic losers. I am imagining myself flying towards my fortress in the sky, soaring up..light and un-tethered. I see myself reach there, folding my wings back, looking down upon the world… Continue reading Just a shout out

Incidents

Ode to the Smoothie Jar.

I started writing in a journal/diary because I needed to vent. I needed to share my feelings and thoughts and I used to be a child with no friends with parents determined to let that status remain. I was afraid if I talked out loud about the tales in my head, I'd be deemed a… Continue reading Ode to the Smoothie Jar.

Phase II

I Understand Now What My Mom Meant by ‘Books will ruin your brain’

Sometimes I start talking and stop because a voice inside begs me to (not a ‘voice’, voice). I see the look at the other person(s) face and my tongue slips a little. That is my cue to stop talking. And then suddenly I am tired. Then I just feel like being quiet for the rest… Continue reading I Understand Now What My Mom Meant by ‘Books will ruin your brain’

Balderdash Thoughts, Medicine: Final Year

Letter of Resignation

I cannot help you. This evening I went out to buy some yogurt. I wore my warmest socks and my coziest sweater and wrapped a nice thick scarf around my head because it was really cold outside. Had a chilly five-minute walk. I don’t have many of these left here since med school finishes soon.… Continue reading Letter of Resignation

Balderdash Thoughts

The Dummy Song

I am at the same point in my life when I know exactly what I wanna write about but am reluctant to do so because of the inappropriateness of the matter. That point when I know of the exact feelings and thoughts I want to let go of, but am unable to do so out… Continue reading The Dummy Song

Balderdash Thoughts

Poof…and You’re Gone

  It's a day like any other day, well not any other day..it's a Sunday like any other Sunday. It's raining, for summers seem to have gone on a vacation at the very last second. I am the same person, wrapped in a warm wrap I bought at a sale. Nothing seems to have changed,… Continue reading Poof…and You’re Gone