Day 5: Two Days Late and One Breakdown Strongerfrom the “30 Days in Scrubs” series

Hello, hello. No… now before y'all (let's just pretend I actually have readers) grab your scalpels—I know I disappeared, but in my defense… med school.

I fully intended to post on Day 5 and Day 6. I had ideas (ummm). I had drafts (in my head… well, more like the title). I had a to-do list with “BLOG POST” aggressively circled in red (now that is a lie). But somewhere between postings, going home, mental breakdowns disguised as naps, and the ever-enticing temptation of doing absolutely nothing—I blinked, and two days were gone.

And no, I wasn’t kidnapped (well, maybe we can agree that procrastination kidnapped me).

So let me catch you up on what you missed:

Day 5 was powered by my mom and an impromptu shopping trip.

I had all the motivation of a soggy biscuit and the time management skills of a potato. I told myself, "I'll start on my record by 8 PM" (yes, I took my record home). Then 8 became 9. Then 9 became “let me just scroll for 5 mins.” And then—boom—it’s midnight, and I’m googling “Is it possible to pass MBBS with just vibes and an okay attendance?”

Day 6 was sponsored by caffeine and chaos.

I hit 9K steps and 0 productive thoughts. I tried to start my record but ended up questioning my whole life. At one point, I stared at a problem so long I started seeing my own future in it (spoiler: stats and I don’t go well together). On the bright side, I did survive a full day without turning into a ghost. Progress!

And now—Day 5 (let's just all pretend it is Day 5 instead of 7).

I’m back. Slightly burnt out from doing absolutely nothing. Deeply sarcastic. And still convinced that my spine will one day sue me for emotional damage from the way I sit and study.

The truth is, this 30-day challenge isn’t just about documenting productivity. It’s about being honest. And sometimes being honest means admitting you slipped up, procrastinated, or chose to catch up on a series (10/10 would do again).

So, to those of you who checked in, waited, or just casually stumbled upon this blog—thank you. I promise I’m trying (let’s pretend they exist). Some days I’m on fire (metaphorically—and with the current weather, maybe literally too). Other days, I’m just burnt toast. But I’m showing up. Eventually. Fashionably late and slightly unhinged—but here.

Lessons from the past 48 hours:

Don’t trust “5-minute breaks.” They’re portals to the multiverse.

If the coffee tastes too good, it’s probably stress-flavored.

Resting is part of the grind. (Even if it feels like betrayal.)

See you tomorrow. Or in two days. Who knows?