Begin End

Long distance did it again, it killed a relationship for the third time in my life. Considering I’ve been in a relationship three times since the beginning of Uni, that’s three of three.

Fuck you long distance.

I sat on this railway hating the fleeting shape of my identity wondering if I care too much for too many things – the most likely candidate being that those close to me influence me much too much.

Maybe if this had been a hug between my parents on the day I left Korea I’d still be with her…. probably.

It’s been a couple of weeks since the breakup, a month since I realized that I saw the future of my relationship go in the opposite directions as her’s. I lost the desire to make an effort to close the gap and with it lost the chance of a compromise. I told her my truth, she cried and two weeks later broke up with me, again with tears; such a sweet girl that I could no longer keep my promises to.

I’m sorry.

That’s the end. Now let’s begin.

This ID has had me ninja into a surgery to remove a tumor on the tongue. Too bad I didn’t have the ID with me at the time, nor did I introduce myself to anyone in the surgery room. After about a minute of me immersed in observing the surgery, the anesthesiologist turned towards me and basically said “Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my OR?” I might as well have walked in on his family dinner, sat down uninvited, and started hitting on his wife.

Fair enough, glad I got this screw up out of the way  before I started the surgery run. For fourth year med student, our year is divided into four quarters with a random draw to see whether your doing surgery, medicine, GP or psychological medicine. I am currently on the GP run, and that’s why I still have time to feel the soapy sadness that I wrote all about up there.

I love the trust that my GP has given me, these ID cards are so magical that I flashed it to my GP, and by the third patient I had ever seen, I was in a room alone with them taking care of  their health. It was just a repeat prescription, but I fucking repeated that prescription like there was no tomorrow, well actually I couldn’t so we sat there and talked about our lives until the doctor came in and sorted out the prescription in about 2 minutes. What could I do more in that situation? I just smiled and said

“See you.”