So here’s a smashing idea.
Instead of me racking my brain, trying to mould some beautiful analogy of the medical school experience out of the limited wordsmith-skillz I possess, why don’t we just chat?
Just us girls.
After all, most days of the week I’m at least partly reliant on the sound pumping through my ear buds to help lift my spirits or calm my scattered thoughts. Music has become rather important in my day-to-day functioning, especially when I just need to feel something more intense than what my sleep-deprived brain is otherwise capable of.
So what the hell. Let’s have a look at my (moderately contemptible) top 10 songs to fight burnout:
First and foremost, I’d like to point out that I’ve been single the entire year. (Or, you know, my entire life. Also that.) Why it makes a difference to be single on one particular day, I have no idea. But people do go on about it.
So here we are. Another Valentine’s day without a Valentine.
You think that sounds sad? Pathetic, even?
You have no idea how wrong you are. Here’s the top 10 reasons why being single on Valentine’s day is the absolute best:
NOTE: I wrote this in a melodramatic rage. Judge it as such.
So we’re smack dab in the middle of reproduction and urology block and I’m more convinced than ever that Ob/Gyne is just not for me. I immensely admire the poor souls that would put themselves through that stuff… but give me nausea and vomiting over pain and vaginal bleeding any day. I’ve prepared a short and sweet list of reasons why you can keep your babies and genitalia to yourself, thanks very much: