My body is protesting. It's over the long hours. This weekend I slept about 24 hours. I slept Friday night, almost all day Saturday, and had a little cat nap today. I'm not sick. I haven't been going out partying. So the only explanation is that my body is in protest about residency. I have to agree with it. I'm tired of this. What was I thinking when I decided I wanted to be a doctor? And what was I smoking when I decided to join the military? I am so not military. I don't like wearing boots. I don't starch my uniform. I can't remember ranks. I don't like guns. I believe in love, not war.
How in the world did I get here? I suppose God led me down this path. I just hope He knows what He's doing. :)
Now it's back to... you guessed it, BED!