Truth is, I still feel like this is a phase of my life that soon, is going to pass.
This, too, shall pass.
Like it's only temporary. But who am I kidding right?
Underneath what seems to be the perfect life that we have now, there's a major fear deep inside us.
The fear of, unhappiness.
We're both desperate to get out of medicine.
Let's get that out of the way - loud and clear.
That's the main reason why I don't usually talk about medicine and the likes, other than some occasional rants on how swamped I was with school and studies.
Unfortunately when there's two of you doing what you don't like (almost hate, even), the intensity grew over time.
I, for example, was only a wee bit relieved when I found out that I passed finals.
And while working here in the UK might sound glamorous to some, no it isn't. Not especially when you dread what you're doing.
I'll give you an example.
Adam had a 4-day annual leave. He welcomed it as a good rest. We went out for meals, slept in til late, all was fine and dandy. Until the last evening before he had to start working again. He'd whine and wail and moan and complain and just dread going to work the very next day.
Repeat this for a whole year. What am I to do? Do I say quit your job and follow your passion like a good friend does? Or keep going, it will get better, spoken from a fellow medical colleague? Or the best one yet, unfortunately we'll need a stable job with stable income - coming from a wife (never actually said that, phew).
And now it's my turn. Soon enough I'll step into his shoes. I can already foresee how unhappy we'd become.
I'm already unhappy..
I made it through medical school relentlessly praying for Allah to make it easy for me. To open up a path through this all. To soften my heart in medicine.
But next week.. Is real. Working life.. Is real. Being a doctor.. Is real.
(I re-read the above and saw Israel, lol)
And I only have prayers and Him to guide me, inshaAllah.