Lately, I can feel how anxious I have become. All these time, I thought I have prepared enough. But then, never is enough, nothing seems to make me feel better than yesterday.
I feel worse each day. Totally wired.
First time, feeling robotic, going one task after another.
He said I looked tired; she said I was acting robotic.
What I have become these days?
Few more months to go. What I am worried at the end of each day, is the fearful feeling of sleepless night, eventhough my body screams sleepy. My mind would not let me rest. Electrical neurons sparkling here and there in my grey matter. Thoughts running wild and free. A nocturnal visit.
My patient is borderless. My heart only peaceful at one moment. I am robot.
I wish to be able to sleep with my eyes half-open. That is most suit me.