The sound of silence
My current state of mind - primarily caused by the new medical job applications in the UK - has forced me into writer's block. I've just spent all my free time slaving over the electronic forms, using up all my inspiration to craft yards of jargon-studded sewage.
At work, half the medical staff went on sick leave (possibly low morale) and more than one junior doctor actually decided to go on unpaid leave due to "stress". Needless to say, things at work have been less than pleasant.
I won't be able to write more until I've gotten over the horror of it all.
I think that I am on the verge of becoming cynical. This is something I cannot abide in myself, for it is ridiculous - I am much too inexperienced and sheltered in my life to have lost hope.
So, I am going to spend some time resting quietly. I will write again soon.
How lovely are thy dwelling places! My soul yearns for the courts of the Lord.
At work, half the medical staff went on sick leave (possibly low morale) and more than one junior doctor actually decided to go on unpaid leave due to "stress". Needless to say, things at work have been less than pleasant.
I won't be able to write more until I've gotten over the horror of it all.
I think that I am on the verge of becoming cynical. This is something I cannot abide in myself, for it is ridiculous - I am much too inexperienced and sheltered in my life to have lost hope.
So, I am going to spend some time resting quietly. I will write again soon.
How lovely are thy dwelling places! My soul yearns for the courts of the Lord.