Swayze
Patrick Swayze died yesterday, and for a moment, I thought of my own battle with cancer. Yes, I know pancreatic cancer is far more insidious; my uncle was diagnosed with it and was dead 3 months later—I know. But in some odd way, cancer is cancer.
For a moment, I didn’t want to acknowledge his death—and I felt like those rabbits in the book “Watership Down” whom are kept by the farmer, supplied with food, but every now and then one of them goes missing, or gets caught in the “shining wire.” One of them goes so far as to recite poems about the wire, disturbing the other rabbits. I felt like those other rabbits—I didn’t want to know about that shining wire out there. The shining wire got Swayze, poor guy.
I’m so busy with school that I find I’m barely able to do things like use the bathroom or eat, even…if it were humanly possible to read everything I were assigned, I’d still need to have some review time to go over all the stuff I’ve forgotten…I’m that much behind.
Still, this is pretty cool—I’m glad I still remember things like pK, pH, and the hemoglobin or oxyhemoglobin dissociation curve I learned at CCSF physiology. Those things play heavily in anesthesia (who knew?)
Student loans are in place, I see a credit on my account so tomorrow I’ll go deal with that and see if I can get a dispersement. SMMC still hasn’t paid out my vacation pay (surprised? I’m not) and otherwise all is right with the world.
I will see if I can keep up this blog at all—it seems difficult, but I’ll do my best.
Til next time, my dear friends and family—be well!
