Sunday, January 11, 2004
Listless
How empty this world seems, as one sits, eyes unfocused. In the mess. In the resource room. In the coffee room. How strange it is to feel tired, until work starts, and then to come alive.
This humanity is a strange dichotomy of good intentions and cruel lies to self. Of feel good moments and moments of regret. Of stubborn conviction and weak willed turnarounds.
I need a timeout. I need to walk down the Thames, and be calm. I need a life, for rent. These twenty one days would have been tolerable. Could have been. But for a moment's folly at the GMC website.
Until then, you just shrug on your white coat and wheel out into the waiting room. What else can you do?
How empty this world seems, as one sits, eyes unfocused. In the mess. In the resource room. In the coffee room. How strange it is to feel tired, until work starts, and then to come alive.
This humanity is a strange dichotomy of good intentions and cruel lies to self. Of feel good moments and moments of regret. Of stubborn conviction and weak willed turnarounds.
I need a timeout. I need to walk down the Thames, and be calm. I need a life, for rent. These twenty one days would have been tolerable. Could have been. But for a moment's folly at the GMC website.
Until then, you just shrug on your white coat and wheel out into the waiting room. What else can you do?
