THE MONTH OF LOVE
January has been a difficult month for me. My in-laws, who paid us a visit during Christmas, left on the 6th. I was suddenly put on back-to-back night shifts, under supervision, and heavily criticised and broken at the end of the month. I had a week of annual leave, and we attended the immigration office and came back empty-handed and irritated. We tried to make a vacation out of the Dublin trip and booked a fancy hotel, but it didn’t turn out as we had expected. I was hoping to go and visit a Persian restaurant and eat kebabs, flat bread, and Persian tea, but the visit was cancelled due to poor mood and bad weather. Work has been draining me, adjusting to the new demographic of patients, the new system, and constantly being supervised and on edge is a recipe for burnout. The negative political news from back home was the cherry on top to make this cold and dark January more and more miserable. The last blow to my mental health was my Cuban friend doctor showing up for her job in...




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