Blowing time
So, here's where I waste precious energy to moan and whine about useless events or things when I have a McCrappy hemodynamics test looming over my head, poised to kill at 8 in the morning. It sounds complicated, but its simple if you sit in class or have the mindset for it. So is mechanical ventilation- it only sounds intimidating, but truthfully people like to throw that around to make themselves appear superior in intellect.
Many things in flaming school are coming together, thankfully, as I was close to throwing it all away. My problem isn't so much with the content, but the people I'm around while learning it. Everyone is so competitive and I am so over it. Teach me, test me, and let me go home.
"So for every 3 inches in corregated tubing, there is 6 sontimeters of water", Professor Condescending said Monday...or something like that. Honestly, her voice is so irritating, but to hear the word centimeter pronounced old-school gets under my skin. And in clinical, that fact is of no importance to me. So her approach is like that of Professor Negligence..who's going to stuff you with facts instead of concepts. Let's go over a powerpoint that is all found in your book. Let's require you to attend all classes so you can think about all the possible ways to gouge your eyes out. Kris and I will one day run out of jokes about slitting our wrists.
Last night was the season premire of Heroes and I felt like a kid in a candy store.
As much as I hate to declare it, I have a sullen disposition. And while I'm not the most excitable person, there seems to be confusion as to when I'm actually upset/sad or when I'm just lost in thought. Not that I wish to jinx it, but my clinical instructor has been calling me sunshine and screaming for me to not hate him (he's chronically sarcastic-smart ass) and lately has felt the need to pat me on the shoulder or back when I look a little drained. Its kind of cute. He knows I'm smart, but I'm sick of classmates running their mouths. Maybe I'm a sour puss, but the hospital is a pretty serious place...which is probably why I'm drawn to it. That and maybe because healthcare convinced me it was once a sophisticated profession, but now...not really. The hospital I report to this semester is all kinds of wonderful and hope to be employed in one of its many branches.
Things are calm and managable. And a Halloween Oreo a day keeps me perky.
Apparently there's a new fall out boy disc in the making. Hooray! Has it really been two years since Infinity on High? Oh Peter Wentz, why did you marry someone?