I think I may have found my aisle song: Hunger - Ross Copperman.
Of course, this has nothing to do with the heartbreaking scene between Damon and Elena in the season finale of season 6. By the way Shonda Rhimes, that is how you write a character off a show.
In other news, it has been five days into our public health run and I have learnt only one thing: that it is possible to hate public health more than I originally did. In fact, I kind of just want to run off into the sunset with half my medical degree complete.
I actually spent the entire day today writing my ethics essay and it's a sad day when I would much rather be doing ethics than medicine. Sidebar - my ethics essay kicks ass. I have to give credit to Dr. B for choosing such a poignant book for the class to read and discuss - for all disillusioned medical students who don't think true (and unforced) cultural competency is a thing (especially in New Zealand), I would recommend reading The Spirit Catches You and You Fall Down by Anne Fadiman. It will challenge your view.
Side note: I think I'm almost ready. For the first time in years, I think I might be finally okay. And you have no idea how liberating it is to simply no longer give a single fuck. Almost.
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