I'm on task. No seriously, I am this time!
So apparently part of becoming a med student involves a bodily metamophisis, or perhaps more like getting struck with a meteor and discovering your new found (dis)abilities. For one, I cannot seem to sleep regularly anymore. For the past week or so, I've awoken every hour or so. I can usually get back to bed, but its very disruptive and I constantly wake up exhausted. I've been conducting various experiments (sleeping on the other side of the bed, turning the fan off) to see if it helps, and last night I only woke up once. My end game is also a little off. My experiment this morning was to find out which time in the morning my body is most willing to get out of bed, despite my alarms. Turns out it is 6:45. My body and I compromised today and I slept further till 8
I also seemed to have lost the need to eat. There are some days where I've had a paltry breakfast and lunch and still have no desire to eat dinner. I'm usually famished by 5. Its all very strange and I only waiting to find other strange traits develop
Sometimes I think that my busy but not excruciatingly busy schedule is actually a downfall. I'm not to the point that I have to study every waking moment to still do well on exams, which ultimately leads me to do other things, like Spore and TF2. Spore is as addictive as only ultimate control over an entire species at ever step of it's development can be. It's a must have for Sim fans world wide. There is so much customizability that you find yourself losing hours just crafting a building that you only use for an hour or so in game mode. And my thirst for "support" classes in games is always slated by a few rounds as a medic or engi in TF2. Payload is the only game mode that won't last for infinite hours though. Still I've avowed to spend some serious time in Beaners to get caught up this weekend, along with work every evening.
I've been mostly playing games to communicate with my cousin Matt (then partly for my own enjoyment). I'm an avid people watcher, which is part of the reason I've been so interested in medicine. You get to see people at their rawest. Matt would make an interesting case study, I imagine, because he is infinitely brilliant, but has completely lost the ability to take risks and or follow his own desires to any degree. He is always subjective to others wants and will not even venture outward if it might interfere with someone else. He has perfectly logical justification as well. He's been wounded by rejection and doesn't see why, whether in job interviews or relationships, one person might succeed while multiple others are denied. Which makes me think, as they inform us in orientation, for each med student who achieve a position, there are 20 that wished to be in that spot. Especially since I know those, who like my friend Rachel, deserve to be a doctor 10x as much as I do. Still, I'm desperate to try, if I can, to help him build his self esteem up again to the point where he can venture out and start living his own life instead being frozen to the will of his parents.
I also seemed to have lost the need to eat. There are some days where I've had a paltry breakfast and lunch and still have no desire to eat dinner. I'm usually famished by 5. Its all very strange and I only waiting to find other strange traits develop
Sometimes I think that my busy but not excruciatingly busy schedule is actually a downfall. I'm not to the point that I have to study every waking moment to still do well on exams, which ultimately leads me to do other things, like Spore and TF2. Spore is as addictive as only ultimate control over an entire species at ever step of it's development can be. It's a must have for Sim fans world wide. There is so much customizability that you find yourself losing hours just crafting a building that you only use for an hour or so in game mode. And my thirst for "support" classes in games is always slated by a few rounds as a medic or engi in TF2. Payload is the only game mode that won't last for infinite hours though. Still I've avowed to spend some serious time in Beaners to get caught up this weekend, along with work every evening.
I've been mostly playing games to communicate with my cousin Matt (then partly for my own enjoyment). I'm an avid people watcher, which is part of the reason I've been so interested in medicine. You get to see people at their rawest. Matt would make an interesting case study, I imagine, because he is infinitely brilliant, but has completely lost the ability to take risks and or follow his own desires to any degree. He is always subjective to others wants and will not even venture outward if it might interfere with someone else. He has perfectly logical justification as well. He's been wounded by rejection and doesn't see why, whether in job interviews or relationships, one person might succeed while multiple others are denied. Which makes me think, as they inform us in orientation, for each med student who achieve a position, there are 20 that wished to be in that spot. Especially since I know those, who like my friend Rachel, deserve to be a doctor 10x as much as I do. Still, I'm desperate to try, if I can, to help him build his self esteem up again to the point where he can venture out and start living his own life instead being frozen to the will of his parents.