sleepless in tucson
Dear Immune System,
I know what I put you through. I am seeped in a sea of nursing textbooks, I get what happens when you're bombed with the joys of stress. I realize that I'm not getting a hell of a lot of sleep, that I run around (literal running and workload-running) like a crazy person at all hours, that my diet as of late has been the shittiest it's been since before last May. I am aware of the fact that people around me (i.e. clinical friend, sister, the billion other people I associate with on a regular basis) are sick. I get it. Odds aren't great. But, I've already been through two colds in December and January/February, and I'd like to skip March. As of 5:00 tomorrow, my critical care rotation is over, resulting in extra sleep and less stress. You can't just make it until then? Do we really have to endure another go-around? Really?
Peace out,
Lindsay
Dear Legs and Hip,
I'm sorry for treating you like crap lately. You know me- I get over zealous and I've overworked you. Seven miles before a weekend of marching band fun apparently was a bad idea, because you couldn't even get me through two miles today without making me cry. But, I want to get going again- I missed running this weekend. How much longer do you need? If I let it go for too long, I'll start to like my couch more.
Love always,
Lindsay
Dear Paper,
Please die.
Lindsay
I know what I put you through. I am seeped in a sea of nursing textbooks, I get what happens when you're bombed with the joys of stress. I realize that I'm not getting a hell of a lot of sleep, that I run around (literal running and workload-running) like a crazy person at all hours, that my diet as of late has been the shittiest it's been since before last May. I am aware of the fact that people around me (i.e. clinical friend, sister, the billion other people I associate with on a regular basis) are sick. I get it. Odds aren't great. But, I've already been through two colds in December and January/February, and I'd like to skip March. As of 5:00 tomorrow, my critical care rotation is over, resulting in extra sleep and less stress. You can't just make it until then? Do we really have to endure another go-around? Really?
Peace out,
Lindsay
Dear Legs and Hip,
I'm sorry for treating you like crap lately. You know me- I get over zealous and I've overworked you. Seven miles before a weekend of marching band fun apparently was a bad idea, because you couldn't even get me through two miles today without making me cry. But, I want to get going again- I missed running this weekend. How much longer do you need? If I let it go for too long, I'll start to like my couch more.
Love always,
Lindsay
Dear Paper,
Please die.
Lindsay