Warm Fuzzies
I was a good person today, and my fingers hurt like a bitch.
For six hours, I translated Spanish at the homeless medical clinic and dealt with the little kids. This mean pricking my finger with the blood testy thingymadoohickey (yeah, I'm med school-bound, alright) four or five times per fingertip to show them that it didn't hurt much and they'd be fine. It doesn't hurt much the first three times. Anything after that is the equivalent of getting a little ball of gelatin and pounding it with a nail. I'm sure the red tint to my fingers did nothing to encourage them.
That said, my fingers are decked out in Looney Tunes band-aids. And my soul is decked out in luuuuuuurve for mankind! Except people I have no luuuuuuuurve for.
For six hours, I translated Spanish at the homeless medical clinic and dealt with the little kids. This mean pricking my finger with the blood testy thingymadoohickey (yeah, I'm med school-bound, alright) four or five times per fingertip to show them that it didn't hurt much and they'd be fine. It doesn't hurt much the first three times. Anything after that is the equivalent of getting a little ball of gelatin and pounding it with a nail. I'm sure the red tint to my fingers did nothing to encourage them.
That said, my fingers are decked out in Looney Tunes band-aids. And my soul is decked out in luuuuuuurve for mankind! Except people I have no luuuuuuuurve for.