The irony is not lost on me that it was today, the annual Crazy Socks 4 Docs day, that I found myself sobbing in the shower at the prospect of having to go to work.

It’s supposed to be the day that raises awareness and breaks down stigma of mental health in doctors. Yet here I was, washing my tears away, putting on my big girl scrubs and heading to clinic.

To be fair, I did think about calling in sick. It’s all I thought about from the moment I woke up and realised that it wasn’t Saturday yet. Devastating.

I had a brief moment of hope when I detected a slight headache to go with my bone-deep fatigue. Maybe I would have a positive rapid antigen test!