I realise that my blog has turned rather dark and depressing. Less "Jasmine's Playground", more "Jasmine's Hellhole". I apologise. It isn't me. It's the other one. She makes me write like that. I'll endeavour to keep her in check more offen.

How's the internship you wonder. Well my licence is out and I have been working my butt off. I'll tell you all about it in subsequent entries. Lately, all I do is work and sleep. Let's not even talk about nights when I'm on Call. I'll simply end up a puddle on the floor.

Are you doing alright, dear reader? Today I sat down with a patient and asked her that. She immediately burst into tears in my arms. I realised that sometimes all we really want is someone to care enough to ask that question and mean it.

This is me sincerely hoping that you are alright. That foul, depressing feeling? It gets better, I promise. Just keep one foot in front of the other and you'll be just fine. I know that doesn't help much but it's better than what you had before (at least I hope so!). 

Love,

J.