I am not dead...

But I can't honestly say that I feel alive.

MMC and MTAS still stink, the fiance is back from Iraq and is looking forward to working in Birmingham without any consideration for the fact that if I get a job I won't be anywhere near Birmingham, I am trying to calm myself down over the one interview I have and am trying to resist the urge to run away and quit this profession. Oh, and I'm trying to stop bursting into tears on ward rounds or when in ICU or Theatre, I wish I was back in A&E but then I don't, then I sometimes wish I wasn't anywhere.

So if you were wondering where the posts had gone it's because frankly I can't see the point in posting, I can't see the good or positive side to medicine anymore and I don't want to bore people with my pathetic whinging, but thanks for the concern about my lack of posts, that means a lot to me, it really does.