I never thought I'd say this, but not working is not that great. I like working for lots of reasons
- I feel like a contributing member of society
- I like the feeling I get when I can see that I genuinely helped someone feel better
- It means seven years of medical studies aren't going to waste
- It means I get paid.
I passed a store today with some beautiful bags. I don't need one, but normally the possibility of buying one would have existed. And that's whats killing me. More than not being freely mobile just yet, the fact that even if I do go out, it's just not the same.
I can't wait to get back to work.