That Bloody Girl

For a short week, it's been a long week. Firstly, I have a respiratory thing going, which is just super. I can't really do much about it, so I am rolling with the punches. I've upped my allergy meds, which I had to do in the fall too thanks to this wonderful state. I hate this wonderful state. I am also restocked on Nyquil cough, which I only take at night. It's nice, because it has an added antihistamine and it also nudges me to sleep and keeps me asleep for six hours straight. It's pretty neat stuff. I don't take it frequently, but I did use it a little this winter when the cold would irritate my asthma and I would wake coughing in the middle of the night. Monday night I woke up coughing from allergy irritation, so the Nyquil comes back into my life. And, also, the help with the sleep! That's really the best reason. Secondly, I had a microbiology test yesterday and today I have a pharmacology test. I'm kind of stressing about these courses, which

Wow. Okay, now it HAS been a while. Nearly a month. Clearly I have not died, I am just very busy. And it looks like that isn't going to change any time soon. I have yet to decide if that is a blessing or a curse, but it sure is nice to be getting paid and to be working in health care again. There is this wonderful thing about health care, the thing that truly drives me to want to spend my life in medicine--you can spend your whole day, maybe your whole career doing something that is seemingly meaningless and unimportant in the overall scheme of things, but knowing that something you did or said left the patient feeling comforted and that maybe, when they wake up or head home, they are going to remember that thing or that moment and feel that warmth again, knowing that you have done that for someone or even MIGHT have left that impression makes everything else worth it. And it makes me happy. Like, truly, actually, lastingly happy. I honestly don't know why anyone gets high. Ju