Day 18: The Great Delay, Dementia, and Dramatic Laziness

You know how this 30 Days in Scrubs thing was supposed to be a month-long adventure?

Yeah… plot twist — we’re now deep into Month Two, and I’m only halfway there.

How did this happen, you ask?

Procrastination. Exams. And what I personally diagnosed as early-onset med school-induced dementia.

A triple threat.

In the beginning, I had all the energy in the world.

"This will be fun," I told myself.

"Daily posts? Easy."

Now I stare into the void wondering how I managed to stretch 30 days over 60+ and still not reach Day 30.

(It's giving Netflix miniseries turned into 6 seasons and a spin-off.)

So what’s the update on Day 18?

To be honest?

I’m not even sure if it’s day or night half the time anymore.

Here are some plotlines I could write about:

How my day feels incredibly packed, even when all I’ve done is rotate from bed to chair to bed again, occasionally pausing for a snack and a crisis.

How I manage to complicate even the simplest of tasks, like choosing what colour pen to use (it matters, okay?) or convincing myself that rewatching anatomy videos from last year counts as studying.

How many times I’ve been irrationally annoyed at people simply existing around me.

(Spoiler: too many.)

Writer’s Block or Identity Crisis?

Honestly, I don’t even know what I’m writing anymore.

Is this a blog?

A diary entry?

A cry for help?

And can it be called writer’s block if I’m not even sure I qualify as a writer?

Final Thoughts:

This post might not be inspirational.

Or educational.

Or even mildly coherent.

But it’s honest, and maybe that counts for something.

So here we are. Day 18. Still in scrubs. Still chaotic.

Still figuring it out — 12 more posts to go (if I don’t accidentally turn it into a 90-day docuseries).

Until then, let’s embrace the mess — after all, chaos is just character development in med school.