I meant to post earlier than this but it's my nature to postpone, so well.
First of all, thank you
silvia_elisa for her birthday post. It made me so, so happy!
I turned twenty-three last week, and according to Lydia Bennet I am now officially an old maid. Ha! I had a nice dinner with the family, and am trying (though not very hard) to invite some friends over next Saturday. Upcoming exams don't make me extremely enthusiastic.
Since last week, I've been in my "official" unit, that is the neonatal ICU. So far, I like it pretty much, but I think it's mainly due to the fact that I love babies so much, because there isn't that much to do. I could examine some babies, but they were mostly babies that weren't premature.
Premature babies are freaky. They're sort of cute, sometimes, but they are so tiny, they don't fold their arms and legs like other babies do. Their skin is wrinkled and they are just so, so small! Babies that are born at the right time seem huge in comparison!