Oh, how I absolutely dread starting the week again! The rest had been ... well .. average. Good thing is, no more rushing around for the last 3 days. Bad thing is, I'm pretty much stuck in my room trying to finish reading stuff, or else not doing anything and having a dreadful weight sitting on my head about:

1) Having to up the report for the nutrition project
2) Not reading my textbook and typing out notes
3) Not reading up Kumar & Clark

I can pretty much forsee a bit of what's going to happen.

Subsequent 2 weeks, get more disgruntled by having to adhere to impossible hospital times and squeezing in finding cases to present and spending time at home rushing up the project by this Friday.
Next week will be spent being moodless and brooding over the upcoming powerpoint presentation.
Presentation day will be spent being told our work isn't good enough, feeling angry and hurt at the same time, and yet at the end of it, glad that this pile of $@# over.
And final few days spent trying to fill in the logbook and wondering if the supervisor will write anything nasty in it.

Then we'll be told which place we'll be posted to next, and I'm going to end up being upset over having to go to certain places which include renal and neuro physicians.
Or, I'll have trouble adjusting to being near-strangers who will be there with me.
Then the first day will be spent telling the new supervisor why I'm here, and having the shock of my life again when the supervisor advises me on the new schedule.
Then the following 3 weeks will be spent monotonously trying to find cases to present, going for talks and lectures, getting told I'm stupid, and spending time at home trying to read Kumar & Clark and still be told the next day I'm stupid.
And the final week will be spent being worried and trying in vain to gear up for the test.
On the test day I shall be frightened, get a sense of alarm when I get sent to a renal ward for my test case, breaking out in the jitters and completely soaking my shirt and alarming my tester, and finally - get grilled for everything and get told I'm stupid.

I go home and cry and wail and get angry and then feel upset and get disappointed with myself and ask why am I not endowed with better brains and start sinking into depression and quickly flipping out of that mood and adopting a heck-care attitude and start my short 2-week holiday with guilt and dejection.

That's all.

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