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sweating the small stuff..

the title of a best selling book..dont sweat the small stuff..with the fine print saying..and its all small stuff. chindigiri as i call it...
so this is my chindigiri of the day..
i am obsessing about my completion,my log book needs signatures of lecturers[ mental note; the log book is about 30" by 15"]
infact i need a sign on the anaesthesia page of the logbook[mental note; that is a single page in a 150 odd page book]
the anaesthesia posting lasted 10 or 15 days..and i have obsessed about it for hours and hours..
my thought process...
it's been over 6 months,will they sign the page?who do i get the sign from,i don't remember her name,what if they dont sign the page?what if she scolds me?will the hod sign?when does she sign?i need a completion by friday..will i wont i....and it goes on and on ...
there u r ladies and gntleman , sweating the small stuff..

why do we do this ...

or rather how do we do this..

in reality i am bothered about one signature ,in one page, in one book...but my thought process says-if i don't get this signature ,i will not get my completion,which will not allow me to apply to medical colleges for post grad, which will stop me from continuing my life the way i planned it..and my life will be miserable,a complete waste..and my dreams will shatter..voila!

now let's see why did this happen..

1.i did not do what i should have done- i did not take my completion on the last day of anaesthesia post.

2. i did do something which i should not have-i bunked a few days .

3.i was scared of being scolded or worse punished for the above-so i procrastinated.

4.i believed that with time the teachers will forget,that i didnot come ,and in fact they might have too..but i could not forget,it kept coming back to me...

so in short all our problems are because

we do something

we dont do something

we live in fear

we think too much

we give too much power to other ppl, to ruin our lives

so there!!


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