Well, one week after my "courtmarshall", my arm still stings a little. Not too bad though, considering the nerve damage that I hopefully dont have permenantly. Every time I touch the stitches, it feels like 1.21 jiggawatts is traveling up my arm toward my hand. Ahh you should see the pictures.
Well, I sit here at work, staring blankly at my Med Surg book. D-Day is monday. I, as well as half of the class, sit barely under the pass mark at about a 73. Funny thing is that a dept head sat in class with us, looked at a few tests, and decided that nothing being taught in class is what is on the test. Odd. I dont know what to do with that info.
Well, time to dish out some Xanax. My next sedation is here. Pray for me around 3 pm on monday, that I pass this test.
Cheers
1 comment:
Heh heh... i don't want a court marshall either, if that makes you feel any better. i saw the pics. That's a helluva Bruce Lee you've got in that arm when you're in yer happy place. Well i'll pray for you to pass your test, and that your arm gets better soon. You wack-job. Who trances out and punches a glass table? Anyhow, find a way to get up here, and we'll climb some. Or if you can't climb, we'll find a different way to numb up that arm, and we'll do something non-school related.
It's encouraging to see that you can at least still type. Cheers.
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