Paranoia...
Time: 6:54 P.M. \ Mood: annoyed. \ Song: Announcement.
School stuff.
I'm upset! Some blood I took came back hemolyzed. How the hell did that happen? Seriously, what did I do? I don't think it was the day I brought it down to the 3rd floor, back up to 5 then down to G... Anyway, I'm upset. Only needed it to assess liver function.
Lol. Had discharge planning rounds yesterday. Ms. Mitchell called my urinary retention guy, AKA the patient I had to masturbate daily, Stinky Penis Man. OMG! LOL! His room smelt like piss and cabaggy poop 24/7!
There are at least 5 Morbidity and Mortalites. 10 in our group. 50/50 chance. I'm so gonna get one. Then the thing is 2 people are supposed to work on one. That would give us all M&M's.
When writing my note on M&M's on my palm. For some reason the % sign turned into Guido DiGregorio... Say huh?
Current \ Mood: scared. \ Song: Making Love Out Of Nothing At All. \ Book: Stafford Entrance Interview.
Once again... Getting scared. Dad's going to the Philippines Thursday. I'll be post call. He asked if I can drive from JFK... Yes... Well, that is assuming I get some sleep. Anyway, Mom's gonna take some time off. Then... Like I said before I've got to make sure Dad's bills get payed. 2 weeks in advance... It just hit me, how much Dad runs this household. I always assumed it was Mom that ran the household. Granted she makes more money, but in terms of financial stability. Then Mom has that fear factor. Well she used to... I mean, Dad cleans... Takes out the trash, gives me an allowance, etc, etc. I envision the house being a total sty again, piles of newspapers, Mom's stuff sprawled out on the table. Having no clue what to do with it all when I clean. But then when will I have time to clean? I don't... You expect me to take out the trash and the newspapers, etc as well? Grocery shopping is out of the question. I mean, today I got out "early" and I still got home at 8. Eat. Plan to sleep at 10... No time to do anything. 1 more month... The idea Dad will be away for 6 months... Part of me hopes things totally fall apart he'll have to come back. But then part of me is scared... He'll be in the Philippines, smoking... I just have a feeling it will be deleterious for his health. I mean, even retirement... Retirement can kill if you're not active. So in that sense, I'm scared as well. I have to take the role of the Father figure. I have to grow up. Granted it's not my money that's paying the bills. But still... There's responsibility in it. Hopefully I'm just over reacting.
School stuff.
I'm upset! Some blood I took came back hemolyzed. How the hell did that happen? Seriously, what did I do? I don't think it was the day I brought it down to the 3rd floor, back up to 5 then down to G... Anyway, I'm upset. Only needed it to assess liver function.
Lol. Had discharge planning rounds yesterday. Ms. Mitchell called my urinary retention guy, AKA the patient I had to masturbate daily, Stinky Penis Man. OMG! LOL! His room smelt like piss and cabaggy poop 24/7!
There are at least 5 Morbidity and Mortalites. 10 in our group. 50/50 chance. I'm so gonna get one. Then the thing is 2 people are supposed to work on one. That would give us all M&M's.
When writing my note on M&M's on my palm. For some reason the % sign turned into Guido DiGregorio... Say huh?
Current \ Mood: scared. \ Song: Making Love Out Of Nothing At All. \ Book: Stafford Entrance Interview.
Once again... Getting scared. Dad's going to the Philippines Thursday. I'll be post call. He asked if I can drive from JFK... Yes... Well, that is assuming I get some sleep. Anyway, Mom's gonna take some time off. Then... Like I said before I've got to make sure Dad's bills get payed. 2 weeks in advance... It just hit me, how much Dad runs this household. I always assumed it was Mom that ran the household. Granted she makes more money, but in terms of financial stability. Then Mom has that fear factor. Well she used to... I mean, Dad cleans... Takes out the trash, gives me an allowance, etc, etc. I envision the house being a total sty again, piles of newspapers, Mom's stuff sprawled out on the table. Having no clue what to do with it all when I clean. But then when will I have time to clean? I don't... You expect me to take out the trash and the newspapers, etc as well? Grocery shopping is out of the question. I mean, today I got out "early" and I still got home at 8. Eat. Plan to sleep at 10... No time to do anything. 1 more month... The idea Dad will be away for 6 months... Part of me hopes things totally fall apart he'll have to come back. But then part of me is scared... He'll be in the Philippines, smoking... I just have a feeling it will be deleterious for his health. I mean, even retirement... Retirement can kill if you're not active. So in that sense, I'm scared as well. I have to take the role of the Father figure. I have to grow up. Granted it's not my money that's paying the bills. But still... There's responsibility in it. Hopefully I'm just over reacting.