Over and Over
“My mind’s such a sweet thing
I wanna do everything
What a beautiful feeling
Crimson and clover
Over and over”
- Tommy James and the Shondells, “Crimson and Clover”
It’s Saturday evening. As always, I am post working at the hospital and tired beyond comprehension.
I didn’t eat today.
I know, I know. Stuff bars into my pockets. Cram food into my mouth when no one is looking.
It all sounds so simple in theory.
But the reality is that my pockets are already overflowing with test tubes and alcohol swabs and lots of other random things.
No room for food.
And people are always looking.
More Random thoughts:
I do like my job. Being a doctor is actually pretty cool. But it is more discombobulating and strange than I can explain at the moment.
The “chute” system in my hospital was down for a day. This meant running all over the hospital delivering labs on foot. I didn’t even know there was a “P” building.
The microbiology lab is pretty cool.
Showing up to the lab with my furry hat on and a vial full of blood saying, “I need you to run this for parvo antibodies” is strange.
Only slept for 3 hours last night.
It’s snowing outside.
Again.
I really need to do laundry.
And dishes.
I have a good “psych-dar.”
Okay, thoughts are defragmenting.
Big time.
Going to eat now. And then sleep. And then do it again tomorrow.
Crimson and clover.
Now I don’t hardly know her.
But I think I could love her.
Over and over.
Photo: The contents of my white coat pockets. This is the slimmed down version.