that busy a year to even open these pages.
if i had time writing the past year.... the year that was... hell. then i would have been doing a lot of cursing, and giving talks about quitting residency, and rationales why one should.
it's not the physical exhaustion really, but the words that slap your face and stab your bones. life then was "one foot in the grave, one foot in the shower"
then i got married.
Toper has been supporting. work was hell and at times i feel i drag him with me there to the core. but we're good.. he has been the best thing... in the midst of all my cursing and crying, i think of THE day and i'd be okay. he has been my only source happiness those days.
