I tend to have extreme thoughts when I’m sick (perhaps due to dehydration) and last week was no exception. While throwing up at 2am I was tearfully lamenting the fact that I was going to die of the bird flu at 31 and that I hadn’t done anything worthwhile with my life yet. 12 hours of sleep and a liter of Gatorade later things were looking a little less dire. Today I’d go so far as to say I’m wondering brightly about the future (although I still sorta think that bird flu and global warming are going to take us all out).
Classes started back up yesterday and it looks to be a pretty good semester with Community Health, Senior Med/Surg, and a Boards prep class. I’m not thrilled to be on an Oncology unit for Med/Surg, but I’ll get through it.
