Try drinking from a fire hydrant.
Weekends off, Wednesdays off- still behind.
Paying tuition to work this hard.
Constantly alternating between sad and boring.
Strep, strep, strep, strep, asthma, strep.
Beautifully magical for them- not me.
Doubts about future career: officially gone.
"I quit smoking" "When?" "This morning"
(We see mostly lung cancer surgery, EVERYONE 'quits' the morning of their first appointment with the surgeon. Fail. Doesn't count til you've quit for more than 3 hours)
Daily relaxing; big picture freaking out.