Right now, I should be at home. I should be lounging in front of the fire with a couple of roly poly pit bulls. I should be cozying up with the man who loves me. I should be watching Netflix documentaries about quasi-important social injustices.
Instead, I’m at school. I’m freezing. I’m tired. I’m hungry. I’m frustrated. I’m in desperate need for some holding.
I’ve lost the ability to carry on normal non-medical school conversations. I’ve stopped putting on makeup. I’ve stopped cooking.
Two finals are done… two classes have been passed. Two more to go.
And why am I doing this? Because I want to be a doctor. I want to help people.
Two. More. Days.