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I've got the email that I've been expecting/dreading to show up in my inbox for a while. It showed up 5 weeks in, which is a reasonable duration to wait for antidepressants to kick in.
Well, I'm pleased to say I've passed my MRCPsych Paper B. Only one more exam to go before I'm halfway to being a senior shrink. It's more impressive than it sounds, I hope, because training takes a ridiculous amount of time in this country.
I got the ward sweets. And my colleague the Percy Pigtails I couldn't find last time, when she was having her own mental breakdown with her wedding coming up (or hypoglycemia). I flummoxed her when she asked me if I had ever tried one by asking if it was halal. She actually checked and said it was vegan friendly. I said that I'm fine with that, given that I'm not a Muslim. Poor thing, she's genuinely sweet and sincere and vulnerable to my brand of humor.
Swung by the consultants room before that, and told my CS I'd made it, despite giving the exam in the state he'd seen me in when I was a few weeks into the placement. And offered more chocolate to a cute baby someone brought along, but she was on a liquid diet. Her mother accepted it and promised to hold onto it in her stead, but I have a sneaking suspicion she ate it. Oh well, I can always get more chocolate. And more reasons to get others chocolate.
And of course, I video called my family first. They were happy. They knew their little boy - he's never failed an exam in his life that wasn't at an optometrist.
I had to stay back late at work, because of course I did. But nothing can get me down today.
Your prose has dramatically changed in tone recently (in the last couple months or so). If you’re aware of it, do you know why?
I am aware. If I wanted people to have a front-row seat to my life, as I have in the past, I would have written about it. At most, I let you guys look through the cracks when I open up the blinds.
I will be brief, and vague, because the details are for those who actually know me. Oh dear, on an edit pass, it seems we must settle for merely vague.
Just over 2 months ago, I was a wreck. A high-functioning, white knuckling wreck. But very close to falling apart. Many reasons, all of them valid ones. I do not make it a habit of worrying about what's not worth worrying about. I had my exam, brutal work, a seemingly terminal case of impostor syndrome because I have been treated very badly at an earlier placement.
I would say that I am a reasonably competent psychiatry trainee. I am also unreasonably against seeing a doctor if I can help it. If I was begging for an urgent psychiatric review, you can imagine it was bad. Bad enough to cut through the depression and exhaustion and akrasia and despair and beg for help. I got... not fuck all, something more than nil. Approximately about as much as I could expect from the NHS, which is why I got a lot of blood tests and investigations done on my own dime, on vacation time, before returning to work like a man walking to the noose. And that's why I'm going to be spending a small fraction of my psychiatry trainee wages on appointments with more senior psychiatrists, at some point. That's a circular economy for you.
I realized, to my despair, that I would have to work on fixing my own issues in my own way. It worked, or at least I have avoided ending up on the other side of the couch. And it had a strong helping hand from actual people, IRL, telling me, with actual sincerity and gratitude, that they appreciate me for who I am and what I can do. I won a decent amount of money through a rather challenging contest with big-name panelists you've heard of. Might talk about that one at some point. I am, of course, a finalist in the ACX book review contest. I had/have excellent, talented and supportive colleagues who went out of their way to make my life easier - while showing me they care. I have a good boss, an experience I didn't expect given that the last couple have been useless as an asshole after a colostomy. A rather thankless job, where I end up getting thanked by my patients on a regular basis anyway. I am not lying about the compliments, I have better things to do than make up things on the internet for clout. I have been doing exactly those things.
And, of course, my dreams/hopes/nightmares are coming true. AGI is right around the corner. Am I allowed a "I told you fuckers half a decade in advance?". Is it here? No. But it's gone from knocking on the door to shimmying the locks or preparing to kick down the door. I am not sure I can achieve everything I've wanted to achieve before it kicks it down and makes itself at home on my couch.
So I'm having fun, and making hay while the sun shines. I've been present in reality. The parasocial engagement of arguing with idiots on an Underwater Basket Weaving forum has lost much of its charm. Not all of it, clearly, since I was here yesterday, and show up every week when @FtttG pings me in this thread. As the Scots would say, I cannae be arsed to deal with some of you. Your boos mean nothing to me, I've seen what makes you cheer.*
I have a job, a social life, responsibility, and a beautiful summer to enjoy and photograph. I was incredibly stressed, running on fumes and quiet desperation till I ran out of the fumes. I'm now only moderately stressed, and grimly determined to have a good time anyway. Life's actually good. Very far from perfect, but I'll take the scenic route. You have seen me severely distressed, close to breaking point, solving my own problems instead of bitching about it, and now doing what I like, when I like it. How queer.
*This is not a personal attack on you, most of the people here are fine. I'd call a handful actual friends. I was just never kidding about feeling sympathetic towards @DaseindustriesLtd when he picked up his ball and went home (or was shown the door for a while, wonder if the ban has expired) . I have no interest in flaming out, I'm not saying I'm going anywhere, but I genuinely do not care about this place as much as I used to. I lack the spare time, or the spare energy, and my Ritalin is well-employed getting me through my job with little spare to write essays on the shitter. My priorities are finally about as straight as I am. Good luck to the rest of you.
I think it’s worth separating people like Dase, Kulak and others who have gone on to have the same arguments on slightly nastier and (at least in the latter case) more lucrative platforms from people who have actually ended their underwater basket weaving forum careers altogether (I like to imagine Hlynka is out there somewhere, having a nice time, but he’s probably on Boomer Twitter).
I’m trying to think of the longest I’ve left for over the last decade. A few months here and there, a few times. The thing about Britain is that the Summer always ends, and at some point it’s cold and grey (worse up where you are) and there really isn’t anything better to do on a quiet sunday morning than argue here. Maybe things change with a kid in tow (although there are quite a few parents here already), but I have my doubts.
I am fond of money. I made an amount that's nothing to sneeze at through writing, unless you have hay fever. But I have a day job that keeps me up at night. I also have too much dignity to tweet.
Anyway, I've never claimed that I am gone for good. And unfortunately, I am still a mod (and paid well for it) so I can't just start calling the people I particularly dislike retarded and spin up an alt. @Amadan would catch me.
You don't have to tell me. It was 36 degrees in Manchester a day or two back, and even Scotland is above thawing. I swear I almost felt a warm breeze, but it could have been someone farting on the bus.
This place has had me when I'm depressed and have no time to spare but spared it anyway. Now I'm less depressed (but brittle), and I don't really want to spare the time. I can make bad puns at work that people don't want to laugh at, but end up wheezing to anyway (it's hay fever again). I can comfort the dying. I can flirt with the grannies and their still-too-old-for-me daughters and pick flowers that catch my attention and present them to someone I like, who unfortunately has asked me not to write about her. Maybe I really should just get married, there are a few promising candidates. And then I'll be right back here, to avoid my wife of course.
Yup. Becoming a dad will solve my problems. Or swap them out for new, more exciting ones. Soon enough. They got stale.
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