this is Qalb

It is at this time of the month when everything suddenly goes the wrong way.

I am all hormonal
The room is messy
The final oral is on Thursday but I can't get my head into it
The doses of the medications are all ruined
I can't see the link between 150mg oral Ranitidine and twin labour
I miss my parents so much
I wanna call them but I don't have a calling card
I wanna go home badly
I have to get the laundry done
Oh God I hate doing laundry
Papers are all over me
My healthy diet is ruined
I cooked white sauce pasta from scratch and realized how much fat in it
I ate the pasta anyway cos it's delicious (self-complement)
I still can't believe how much butter they use to make that sauce
I will think twice next time I order spaghetti cacciatore in Verona
I started having sore throat last night
It's getting worse
I've ran out of medications
I don't wanna take the oral with a husky voice and a temperature
I have 50% chance of getting Prof Malone for my oral
He is not a very amusing gentleman
I am freaking out
And that overrides my efforts
I am now anxious
I have to run few errands for my clinical electives
No one's helping me when I asked for help
It actually saddens me
Got few text messages from people I met in Acheh
That kinda cheered me up a lil bit
At least someone still remember me
Oh I'm such a sad sad person

Praying for a better end of this mess.