STRANGE SMALL WORLD

It's 12:15 AM, and while I'm on duty, I'm working on 3 articles that were due two weeks ago. I never got to finish them because I was already training in the Patho department of St. Luke's at that time.

My boss has already called and texted numerous times this past week, asking me to submit the 3 articles by tomorrow afternoon.
Right now, while on 24 hour duty, I'm only just starting on the first one.

So, with two months more of training without pay left, which do I need more?

My job which pays my bills, or my sanity?
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To Love Life
- Ellen Bass

The thing is
to love life
to love it even when you have no
stomach for it, when everything you've held
dear crumbles like burnt paper in your hands
and your throat is filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you so heavily
it's like heat, tropical, moist
thickening the air so it's heavy like water
more fit for gills than lungs.
When grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief.
How long can a body withstand this? you think,
and yet you hold life like a face between your palms,
a plain face, with no charming smile
or twinkle in her eye,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you again.