Tragicmedic

The ramblings of a failing, cynical medic.

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Runaway

I want to runaway. To the sun, to the sea, to the wind. Anywhere but this 4x4 desk and flithy room. There's paper everywhere. I can't escape my fate of failure. 

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impossible

To look at the impossible, know you're going to fail and then to keep going. It's like playing Russian Roulette. 

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failure

Sometimes I feel like someone has tattoed failure into my retinas. It's blocking my vision.......

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Revision struggles

Sitting alone revising...after the umpteen drink/ snack/ I'm still not full. There's a hole in my mind. I keep picturing the words I'm reading, getting sucked into my eyes and flowing out this hole.  No amount of cheap fodder is going to tamponade this darn hole...

Gotta heal my mind and find the will to carry on. Otherwise I'll make myself obese as well as brain dead.