Lemon and lime

I have been counting days of absolute loneliness. Give me
some more and the bomb clock would tick off.

I have been seeing patients everyday for the past two months
and yet I am still confused. It seems I am losing myself everyday on the
process of mastering the difficult art of medicine. At the end of the day, when
I get home, my only console are my bed and two pillows. I feel like I am giving
too much of myself that there ain’t anything coming back for me. Not even the
comfort of two strong arms or two strong words as ‘thank you’. Sometimes I am
wondering if these are all worth the sacrifices of staying away from my loved ones just to become who I (used to) want to be. Or maybe my efforts are
not enough. How much more moments of isolation should I go through to bring
back my old self? I miss my life so much.

I am tired. I am tired of being away and alone.