Contrary to popular belief that I may have gone underground as a black market organ relieving surgeon, I am actually still here, doing - of all things - psychiatry.
When I'm not surrounded by depressed, "
Oh no dear, I don't drink any alcohol, just a bit of sherry in my tea 6 times a day along with the occasional red wine, good for my health, they say" little old ladies, I chat to really crazy people with very bizarre ideas and grandiose delusions which is all well and good until they flash their teeth and tell you the only reason they are chatting to you now is that you actually look quite pretty.
I am enjoying it, really.
But it's not quite medicine, is it?
Everyone has an underlying personality disorder in this neck of the woods.
Anyways.
The only reason I'm blogging now is because exams are in 2 weeks and I needed some distraction from the classification of Hodgkin's Lymphoma or whatever it is that I need to know for finals.
It's not like anyone reads this crap anymore. Or do they?