Well then, it’s that time of the year again. I’m starting to hate August, really. Who ever invented birthdays anyway? And why the hell do people celebrate them? I mean, really? Besides, I’m just going to be 18 again so there’s not point. Really. This time last year I was a couple of weeks away from being the most famous doctor in the region; the first casualty of the dreaded H1N1. It was so cool! I was so proud of myself. The only thing that bothered me was that I thought I was going to die and then went over all the reasons why I shouldn’t go to hell if I did die and couldn’t come up with a whole lot. And then I swore that if I ever get through it I shall be a much better person. That stood up for like 2 weeks and then it was right back to my usual self. I did re-make some friends though! Indeed I did. But then I fought with a lost a bunch of others so it kind of cancelled the effect. I can’t help it, though. Why must people fight with me? All I want to do is live a peaceful, productive and helping life. Anyone who has a problem with that can just go… cut their toenails or something.
It doesn’t matter, really, what matters is that 35 days from now I shall have completed another year in this life, a beacon of light and hope for the lost and a helping hand for the lonely. I am very proud of my existance so far. I believe I’ve come quite far. When I count my milestones I get all high and happy-like. Finished medical school, internship, employed with a nice salary even though it doesn’t last the first 5 days of the month, a masters degree even if my grades suck, a bunch of conferences here and there… not too bad *smiling gleefully*. And the most important thing of course is that my family is healthy and safe. Who cares if I don’t have a car and can’t afford those sandals from 9West that are KILLING me? Or that I have 8 rials in my account until the end of the month? So what? I’m happy, and I’m not just saying that to make myself feel better *looking around*. Now if only I could get that bloody birthday out of the way and move on with my 18 years of life I would be happy-er. Inshallah.