Only 2 weeks left. Yikes! And I have my IVAM (written)mock-test tomorrow morning after an already tiring program in the auditorium. Was kind of hoping not to have to run down to the ward this upcoming week but seems like I do, after all.
I suspect I'm heat intolerant. Some days it's like all my blood is hot and my vessels are dilating, dilating, dilating yet I don't get the satisfaction of heat conduction, even if the air-condition is turned on at full blast. It's even worse when the sun is shining through the windows and my eyes burn but I can't wrap myself up with the blanket because then even heat conduction and radiation will fail me. Just had one such episode this morning, and now my head is still fuzzy and being an idiot.
No time to write anything that pleases me. Finished 'On Call' by Emily Transue, good stuff, wished it was longer. Which reminds me, I have to return it to the library tomorrow.
Have I mentioned?
My chair suffered a pneumothorax because a rivet came out and everything got displaced to one side. If you think about it physiologically, it's more like there was severe atelactasis, but even that doesn't quite make sense because technically the side it deviated to did not shrink. Whatever. New chair needed.
This is an impressive sign that I'm going to be miserable for the week. =(
I wish I had more time. Kussmaul breathing.
2:04AM. Okay. Sleep beckons. Soon.
Love, N.
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