Medicine, get out of my Head

I just caught myself reading about heart sounds for fun. I had nothing else to do on a quiet Saturday afternoon so I sat back and pulled out MacCleod's Clinical Examination. Although it's an excellent learning resource, the fact that I am now revising my auscultative technique on lazy weekends is quiet worrying. The fact that I absent mindedly do it by choice and for enjoyment is even more worrying.
I've seen this downward spiral before in older medical students- one minute they're throwing up on their shoes at 10pm on a Thursday night after a quick ten pints, and the next minute, before you know it, they're getting up at 6am on a Sunday morning to go down to A+E and beg the SHO for teaching when it's more quiet.
As a preventative measure I will now be forcefeeding myself social activities, possibly involving intravenous alcohol administration. Ah! Even my comments about booze are now medically based- I'm in trouble. There's only one thing for it, I am going to have to viciously sever my work and social lives, before I end up like that doctor that got crushed by a helicopter on ER. No family, no friends, just a pokey office and a crapload of knowledge about impossibly rare diseases. Oh, and a ginger beard.