the beginning .. of the end

the last few weeks have been a flurry of activity... mostly academic... with school from 9 to 9 i hardly had time for anything else... made worse by the fact that my laptop was snatched away from me :'( i wouldn't have been so upset if it wasn't for my work which i stayed up till 7am to write became history in a matter of seconds. there i was on a sunday, in school frantically rewriting 7000 words from scratch. references, pictures and all. now that everything is more or less done, i'm left looking at about 10 weeks to the exams which would constitute 30% of my medicine finals.. and its not looking good so far. i start each day with redbull and pray that i'll be ok.

in a funny way though, i love what i'm doing here. its hard and tiring but its everything i've expected it to be. i didn't think choosing this path would be easy. i knew i would regret my decision at times. hoping that perhaps i should have choose investment banking or law over medicine... i think of the gleaming Ferraris that i see coursing through London and think of the city boys and their lavish lifestyles.

i wonder if its all worth it... but before i can decide for myself, the dream fades, quickly replaced by the jarring tune of 'postman pat' which happens to be my morning alarm.

having already pressed on snooze for the 5th, 6th? time, i finally glance at my watch, swear and fumble on my clothes, grab my bag and bugger off to work, ready to fight for the tube, jostle through the corridors and spend the next 10 or so hours in the institution that will define my training, career and life for the years to come.