Just needs to realize that doctors can have fun. We're not all workaholics with God complexes.
It took a while, but it finally happened. Breaking the cycle of a rather systematic routine, I had my first proper night out since starting my hospital internship. I can hardly believe I’m writing this slightly tipsy, considering I don’t even like alcohol that much—but every now and then I allow myself the exception, and well… tonight was one of those nights.
I had an absolutely brilliant time. I danced, drank, played a bit of pool—worth noting I won every single round—ate far too much, nobody spilt a drink on me this time, and I witnessed some genuinely hilarious moments. The downside is that my ears are still ringing from the music, my hair smells faintly of cigarettes, and my social battery will probably need a fair bit of time to recharge. Still, none of that comes close to ruining the night or leaving any sort of sour memory.
Tomorrow, when I see my mums, they’ll be in for quite the surprise. The daughter who barely leaves the house and survives mostly on orange juice actually went out and behaved like a young person for once. Mrs Harper Overstreet has always insisted I ought to enjoy life a bit more. I’ve never quite understood her enthusiasm about that, but she’ll be rather pleased to hear I finally gave in and spent an evening somewhere properly youthful. I’m not sure I’ll ever fully grasp the importance of a little youthful chaos, but… she’ll certainly be happy.