Got no brain

[fredericks]

No innuendo there at all, btw.

Right. So this was my brain this morning:
epogenrenalfunctionwhateffectdoeshyperkalemiahaveontheEKGagain?thesenewshoesarereallycomfyohnothepatientsbleedingoutshouldhehaltthehemodialysis?bloodbloodbloodwhew finecantbelieveIdidn'tknowthekidneysregulatedvitaminDactivation...

This was my brain on living_kindness:
epogenrenalfunctionwhateffectdoeshyperkalemiahaveontheEKGagain?thesenewshoesarereallycomfyohnothepatientsbleedingoutshould-

MINDFREAK!

...
...what the hell?

Thanks for that, T.

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I was off the floor again. I'm beginning to worry that my basic med-surg skills are going to be hideous. The instructor made one of my classmates upset and left another one in tears, though...so small favors I guess.

I picked up my initial supply of isoniazid this evening. Nine months of this stuff. Nine months of no alcohol, no aged cheese, no Tylenol. One pill a day, thirty days in a month, 270 days roughly in nine months. I was really looking forward to writing the graduation speech while slightly tipsy on Sam Adams. When you go "TB...alcohol. TB or...alcohol" you can sort of see an upside but, dammit! Summer Ale!

Finished my assignment by going over to Jo's. I was looking for someone to continually check on me to make sure I was working but we spent time chatting and then she spent time chatting to me while I tried my darnest to type something up. I love her to bits but ohLordy. And she went to see Sweeney Todd without me! ::shakes fist at the heavens::

Home stretch. First final on Monday, then the paper due dates approach. I should prolly start working on them, I think.

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[living-kindness.livejournal.com]

Are you ready?!

Haha, okay, that won't be all in my comment. I really wanted to see Sweeney Todd while I was in NY but didn't want to force my aunt to shell out the moolah for a ticket. Maybe once I move there and get a job and it's still running...I'm excited for the Tim Burton version. Because who doesn't love Johnny Depp?

[fredericks.livejournal.com]

Yes, but will Johnny Depp be *singing*? I love the man though (carnally, oh so carnally). I'm looking forward to it too, actually. I want to try to catch the B'way one while Cervantes and Lupone are still there.

The -mindfreak(!)s- (are you ready?) were fun, if only because they made sure I didn't fall asleep on myself.

[living-kindness.livejournal.com]

I...don't know. Does Johnny sing? I'm almost frightened to hear if he does. I don't know why. Hot people generally aren't the best singers, with the exception of Hugh Jackman.

Good, fallling asleep on yourself (or a patient) would probably look bad.

[fredericks.livejournal.com]

Speaking of Mssr. Jackman, the new Woody Allen movie starring him and Scarlett Johanssen (sp?) is coming out soon. I generally pull my hater's hat and pimp cane out for Woody Allen and his flicks but half-naked Jackman in bed? Oh my, I'm all about it.

[living-kindness.livejournal.com]

You know, I always thought I'd hate Woody Allen, especially since in film school you hear him being talked about like the new messiah, but we watched one of his movies, and...I didn't hate it. Scary. Maybe I'll see this because I love Scarlett, and I love Hugh, and I love serial killers, and I love magicians. It's just a whole big fruit cocktail of love for me.

[sternel.livejournal.com]

I was going to suggest Homeland for dinner before the reading next Wednesday, but...now I'm thinking no? =(

Morn is sad for you.

[fredericks.livejournal.com]

FRAK!! *sob*
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I suppose I can watch you drink. Watch the condensate run slowly down the side of your glass onto the wooden table top because it will be hot next Wednesday SO HOT and the cool cool alcohol will soothe the savage beast and...'k, I swear to Morn I'm not on crack.

But we should go somewhere before, yes? Homeland is fine if you want. I'll drink a Coke. Or something.

[sternel.livejournal.com]

Well, I was thinking that since it's right across the street, and therefore easy, and I like the bison burger.

And they have freshly brewed root beer. Which is scrumptious. And I will have that with you rather than make you watch me have beer, because I know the pain of those drugs. My dad was exposed when some lady coughed on him while he was on an assignment for work. He thinks. In the end, you can never be positive who coughed on you. Anyway, we all had to get tested and it was a big panic, and my poor da the beer gourmand couldn't touch the stuff for nine months. He called it his pregnancy, and made us all listen to him whine. So I understand well your pain.

Hell, I feel so bad I'll even buy you the root beer. =)

[fredericks.livejournal.com]

You are on! I'll e-mail you in a bit.