Soulless

The beginning of soul-crushing is happening. For the last week, I've just been feeling my fingers slip from the window ledge, one by one. I'm just so tired. I don't feel like going on, or thinking about my patients, or caring.

This is only partly true, and only a small part of me feels this way. Overall, I think I'm still acting the same and the patients are largely getting the same care. But still, I can feel my fatigue growing. It's like I imagine a marathon runner would feel toward the end of the race, where muscle breakdown and damage is occurring.

Only two more days left on medicine.