Another Pair Of Eyes

Displaced

I am, in three words, not quite right. I can’t quite put my finger on it – I’m more tired because I have to get up an hour earlier now I’m on cardio, I sleep very lightly in the early hours as a result of endlessly getting up early.* Vicious cycle. When I sleep, I dream vivid, repeating dreams. I have a complete loss of interest in cardiology, which reflects on to my love of medicine as a whole and hence my work output. Luckily I have found another notebook which has endocrinology notes in it and a lot of spare pages, so I’ve fallen back on thyroid function and adrenal crisis for today and will turn the other notebook back to front and start GI scribbles tomorrow. I just can’t get excited about something which by virtue of starting half an hour earlier (and that for no explainable reason) requires me to get up a full hour and fifteen earlier in the mornings. And isn’t very gripping, either.

I think I need some sunshine, and a week off. Roll on Easter.

*last night a text woke me up. my phone was on my bedside table, on silent, and I was woken up through closed eyes by the light that the screen cast on my ceiling.