Sometimes I see people order those breakfast strudels and pastries and sugary overkill at the coffee shop…
My attending friend, “my goal as the admitter is to give as much to the residents and not write a single note.”
I’m wearing. Yoga pants. And. Lululemon hoodie.
Scrubbing around is real today.
When. Your ability to not judge - allows you to let the complicated people into your life.
Let me get an order of the French fried French fries.
That awkward moment when you get tired of all the nurses coming up to you for everything and say, “ask the resident first.”
So. I wish I wasn’t getting played.
But. I think I am.
So. I guess. I’m gonna play harder.
Because we all know. The fear of the hurt is only ever masked by the desire to hurt.
My friend is sexting me the entire time I’m here.
I. Am. So. tIRED.
Whoever was supposed to give me a signout. Didn’t.