All I can think about is how good it is to be home, and it’s VERY distracting from my studies.
I went to the Temescal Street Fair today, and wandered the street in perfect weather…when I was supposed to be working on my paper.
Yesterday I went on a hike at Wunderlich Park in Woodside…when I was supposed to be working on my case presentation.
I’m working on a case presentation on molar pregnancy, which is so gross and weird and fascinating! I had a patient a few weeks ago who was being monitored after having the mole evacuated, and it was the first time I’d come across it. But I wasn’t as stoked about her as I was about seeing trichomonads swimming around under the microscope! It’s awful, I know, to be excited about things that are wrong with other people, but dude! Little protozoans swimming around! And they’re very easy to destroy with Flagyl, so it’s not like I’m squealing over some great misfortune.
It’s amazing how actually being interested in the subject matter does pretty much nothing for my work ethic. Serious burnout. And serious distracting happiness. I think I’ve been grinding my teeth a lot, maybe chomping at the bit in my sleep, just trying to make it across the finish line.
