Gonnabeadoctor

…is almost over. Last week marked my official two-year anniversary working at the hospital, and I have less than a month to go before I pack up my desk and bid a fond farewell to everyone and everything I’ve seen on a near-daily basis for the past two years.

We’re pretty backed up over there, so I’m trying to see if it would be feasible (logistically, physically, emotionally) for me to stay an extra week. I don’t think I can. I need a little padding between the day I leave and the day I embark on my trip to Europe. Which, by the way, I’m still not sure I can entirely afford.

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about where the time goes in my day. And it’s given me some peace of mind with regards to going back to school. For example, I’m at the hospital 40 hours a week. I commute one hour each way, so that’s an extra 10 hours a week. 50 hours per week, just for my job. 10 hours per day, just for my job. When I think of it that way, I feel a whole lot less guilty for getting home and not wanting to do work for my two other jobs, participate in my volunteering position, or complete the monstrous form that will give my nonprofit organization tax-exempt status.

And I feel a whole lot less worried about being able to discipline myself to study for hours on-end when I’m back in school. If the amount of hours I study per day is half the amount of time I spend commuting to and working at the hospital, I’m pretty sure I’ll kick ass.

All this anxiety better be worth it. I’m listening to Lambchop (the musician) right now. Good stuff.