Maybe I have a touch of SAD*.Or possibly that I'm being hormonal (I think I'm approaching my time of the month).
It is feasible that after working for six months, I have realised that medicine is not all it is cracked up to be.
Or that I have found out how competitive it is. And the stress of having to do an audit** and get all my assessments submitted, is getting to me.
What ever the cause, these days I find myself wishing I was somewhere else, doing something else.
On the bright side, I never get these thoughts while at work.
But watching television does not help. One minute I'm wishing I was doing conservation work in Africa (I've never felt strongly about protecting animals, plants, the earth; I care more about people suffering famines, than I do about global warming and poaching). The next minute, I'm wondering whether I could make it as a professional chef, and whether Master Chef would be a good diving board.
Hope I get my periods soon. I hate feeling like this.
*SAD = seasonal affective disorder.
**More on audits soon. Unless of course I don't do one, in which case I'll pretend that no such thing exists.
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