I initially started another blog but that failed miserably. Instead, this is going to be a diary of my first job as a lecturer in a UK university while wishing I had done medicine and was a fully fledged doctor rather than a PhD one.
Expect some angst, hair pulling and musings of what should have been as well as what is.
Thursday 8 January 2009
I cut myself last night. After it I thought "That's it, I'm making an appointment with my GP about counselling or the Beating the Blues therapy online. But now, in the cold light of day, I can't bring myself to make the appointment.
Don't be silly. Make that phone call. You will only regret if you don't and you really don't want that. It's a new year, so now is a good time to start new things and try to put the past behind you.
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Don't be silly. Make that phone call. You will only regret if you don't and you really don't want that. It's a new year, so now is a good time to start new things and try to put the past behind you.
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