it's 40 degrees next to the stove. humidity's through the nose. whatever fluid i drain down my gullet seem to come straight out through the skin. it's much too hot to use my brain - there is nothing to do but sit under a tree and drink beer and doze. or flipping hamburgers. at the end of the day i'm covered in grease and smell like a walking deep fryer. a sweaty one, at that. how charming...
well i've got the bit of paper to telling me that i've been registered by the medical board. i've got other bits of rolled up paper saying that i've graduated. they don't really mean anything though. last night on the plane there was a call for "medical doctor or nurse". i looked around, wondering if it has really come to this - that someone's life depends on my medical knowledge, full of holes. luckily there was a real doctor on board. you know you've picked a tough profession when you can't step out of your role even when you're 30,000 feet up.
8.12.05
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Heh.. Congratulations for living out my nightmare (at least one of them), Chi.. You escaped. And given that the odds were that at least one of us would go through that, thanks for reducing the risk for the rest of us.
Sounds like you're enjoying yourself..but I'd say go sit in front of the fridge instead of the stove.
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