Oh here we go

I have no idea why I am doing this. It's not like I have anything in particular I need to tell/whine about.

Life is fine. I am happy, well fed, but sleep deprived.

I just got back from a clinical at a local trauma center earlier, and I immediately thought about this quote:

'True heroism is remarkably sober, very undramatic. It is not the urge to surpass all others at whatever the cost, but the urge to serve others, at whatever the cost.'

-Arthur Ashe

My last patient had been in and out with the law. She was reading one of those thick romance novels when I approached her, and I couldn't help blurting out "Oh Nora Roberts is SO much better."

She was one of my favorite patients. Rehab is so lonely, so we just had fun talking about...stuff. It's so weird how I barely know the people living on my floor, but I got to know her really well in a 5 minute conversation.

Emergency medicine is a oxymoron. Spinal taps hurt. Like Hell. Oh god.

I just love patients leaving Against Medical Advice. Just love it.



That is all. I would like some sleep this weekend.