This past week I caught a really bad flu on a day that was, quite unfortunately, my day in the emergency. Apart from the peaking fever, the thought of having left my colleagues alone, in a setting already scant of doctors, kept vexing me all day long. Such odd hours, when the only thing you can do is idle all day lying on your bed, pull into your mind certain gems of thought that are otherwise repelled by the bustle of daily life. This time, as I was compelled to take some time off the commotion doctors witness everyday, I realized how flat my life has become.
It's about everyday that my plans of reading Hume, envisaging my first book, giving 30 religious minutes to fitness and even writing a sensible blog post are killed off by the constraints of time. Still, I reckon myself to be in the relatively fortunate bunch. Around me, it's no rarity to find young doctors witnessing a crescendo…
