Post Traumatic Stress

It's been difficult to get into the rut of studying again. Perhaps the fact that the reference is to a rut bodes poorly. That is not necessarily a positive portrayal. One of my partners believes it to be a form of PTSD. All of us who do this for a living have spent many years of our lives alone with books for more days than we can count; perhaps for more days than we have spent with our spouses. We were the types that would pride ourselves on being the first one at the library in the morning and the last one to be kicked out that evening. We were the ultramarathoners of the studying world.
But that was then. While not afraid to work long hours and to give up sleep and time with the family to get the job done well, studying is simply a different skill set. Reading up on a real case is one thing, going back to college and med school studying is another.
I can spend hours reading the latest Le Carre novel or treatises on theology. But picking up the medical texts and perusing that which I have known and read before is as appealing as a root canal. Being dragged through town by my tongue sounds more appealing.
Well, enough of the pity party. Rereading this is painful. This guy sounds like an introspective idiot. Just get over it! You have a job to do....do it. All right, I will.