Relieving the Abscess

It's been quite a while, dear you. And I'm talking about you, dear reader. Not some nonsensical girl from the days of yore. I'm once again here to do some relieving of the brain abscess rather than just your ordinary brain farting.

I was meaning to take everything off my mind and into writing more than a week ago but the stress of life (I don't know how I can even put greater emphasis on this cliche for senior student-nurses like me) seem to be holding me down into the depths of despair and long nights until all I can do is disassociate from the pain and become one with the system. Maybe like a robotic arm in an assembly line. You do this and that again and again and again until your mind goes numb from doing all the routine work. However, you get some twists for a change.

One helluva twist, I daresay.

We have to organize this event which would not only put our academic lives in balance, but our dear College's pristine name, as well. Maybe let's just leave the details there, I might get more than what I wanted for by writing this down. Bottom line is that we're burning out. A quarter of an inch long candle wick consumed by a torch of a flame. Like our very life being sucked out of us. Batches ahead of us must have felt this same thing and that they would (hopefully) empathize with us. Just knowing that there are people who can understand you is a great relief, so I am holding on to that spindly thread of hope-inducing thought.

What else *rubs chin*?

Friends. You can never have an overdose of them! Especially when you get ROH circulating in your body and your liver shouting as acetaldehyde slowly deforms its smooth lobes (and killing it in the process). You better know them (any drunk people, I guess) and you better appreciate the real them. Guys, last night was the tamang session we were looking for. I may not be able to train my gastrocnemius for Sunday but, damn, it was worth it when I am with this set of people. 

Hmmm. Anything else *scratches forehead*?

Oh, of course, maybe one of the largest space-occupying lesion in my head. Never thought it would be 'infecting' other people as well (I know that non-communicability of a SOL, especially if the cause is a bleed or a tumor. Maybe SOL caused by infectious organisms can be 'infectious' in a way. Enough explanation, I am trying to make a joke out of a medical concept so just nod and laugh, ok?). Now feel the mindfuckery of it all! HA-HA-HA-HA! You guys have to feed it with more facts and really convincing evidences. And those extrapolations, you guys are good! Never thought of that one hitting us (or at least me).

I'd rather stop myself from divulging anything further or the mental images of the night before may prevent me from doing any productive today. 

I guess that's all for today's surgical drainage of one of the many brain abscesses in my brain. To the next OR schedule (Surgery Ward, you are seriously getting in my head. Pun unintended).

Ciao~