One medical student closes her anatomy tabs and switches to editing her ‘day in the life’ videos, while another swaps his lab coat and scrubs for a casting call and band practice. And by Monday morning, they’re both back in the same tutorials and lectures as everyone else.
You speed-walk into the lecture theatre, slightly out of breath with your morning coffee in hand, trudging down the stairs as students whip their heads around to see if their late-coming friend has arrived.
Like many, if not most medical students, if you see me at any time of the day, there is a 95% chance I will be holding an iced oat latte in my hand.
There was an empty,
Aching,
Hidden
Hole in my heart,
And somehow or another,
Someone has found it
And haemostasised it for me.
3:33 am: First alarm of the day. My failed talking stage sent me a post about angel numbers once and I believe in starting the day right.
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