Island Med Student

I told myself that I’d write this blog post a few days ago. But here it is already Wednesday, and I’m just now starting it. I think I just realized why it’s been so hard for me to think of something to write about. I’m pretty sure that aliens kidnapped me, stole the creative parts of my brain to use as a giant battery charging device on their planet, and returned my body back to my apartment, all without anyone noticing anything.

Okay, so maybe there is another good explanation. I’m now several weeks into my studying program for my board exam. I only have two more weeks left until the day of pain and torture arrives. So, what has my life been like for the past few weeks? Unbearably lifeless and boring.

Yes, I have taken breaks to enjoy life and have fun with my friends, but the only thing that I’ve done related to medicine is study piles of basic science information that I once learned what seems like millions of years ago. At first, I was excited, and really started to have fun with the studying, but I’ve since hit a wall.

There is simply no context. There are no patients. There are no doctors. There aren’t even any professors or fellow med students as far as the eye can see. It’s just me, my books, and my laptop, banging away for hours in a creepy vortex.

I have lost all sense of space and time. And I think I’ve also lost all inspiration and creativity. I love to write. I have always loved scribbling down my thoughts and going on lengthy written rants. It’s always been a hobby that has kept me entertained. But sitting for hours upon hours, cramming seemingly pointless facts into my poor little brain has apparently sucked the creativity right out of me. It’s either that, or I was actually right about the alien theory.

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