June 6, 2012

Study Psychosis

I have lost all sense of time.  Every day is the same, the endless knowledge being shoveled into my brain while the piles of facts from yesterday trickle out my ears.

In my dreams, I see slides with swirls of pink cells, whorls of calcium here and there that I wake up naming "psamomma."  I cannot read about a homeless man with a cough without thinking "alcoholic, probably aspiration pneumonia," or if his stomach hurts, "pancreatitis."  When I hear, "Eastern European," my algorithm checks off "unvaccinated."

In a few days, it will all be over.  I just hope I remember that it's Saturday on Saturday.

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