New Directions

Argh... second year of medicine... what can I say about you? You've completely destroyed me and my social life and left me drained of any capacity to function as an adult.

Nah, it wasn't really that bad (but close). The workload this year gave me something to focus on, and not having time to party/go out, gave me the space I needed to sort myself out. That being said, if I haven't passed this year (results are out next week), I highly doubt I will resit the whole year...

Hopefully, next year, I will do a IBSc in The History and Philosophy of Science... sounds very impressive, I know.... It will however mean that my contact hours will go from 35-40 hours a week to about 7. I know that there will be a lot more reading and work to do outside of class, but I am looking forward to this freedom/free time/escape from the medical school lecture theatre.

I may be completely jumping the gun on this one, and I may have to resit/completely rethink my life trajectory/move to the Andes and become a goat farmer.... but I've started to think about my goals for the next 12 months.

I've been applying for jobs over the summer in London, with the hope of carrying on working next academic year.... I've started dating seriously, (not one person seriously, but dating with the intention of meeting someone serious as opposed to for funsies/out of boredom).

This year had also given me time to reflect on what has happened over the last couple of years and begin to accept/come to terms with the shit and good times. Looking forward, I want to start to move this blog on and write more. I've started keeping a regular journal and have been writing for the sake of writing again. I used to believe that I didn't have a creative bone in my body, but it seems writing may be my outlet....

I've been thinking about what I want this blog to be and what I want to share/write about. Mental health advocacy, body positivity, and feminism seem to be topics that play a big role in my life. (as well as food and animal rights, but it turns out, I'm not that passionate about food.... its just when you restrict it for so long, it becomes a much bigger part of your life that it actually is...)

I'll see where this goes, but it is what it is and hopefully I'll still be a queer medic on adventures.. (well I'm still bi/queer.... it's whether or not I'm a medic that bothers me)